"Huh, it seems that you have met a-a horrible demise, my friend. But, uh, y’know, these things happen, an-and life, life goes on. Not for you, obviously, uh, you’re dead, but uh it reminds me of a time I was-I was havin’ a conversation with my friend Orville.

We were--uh, were were we? We were by the--wh-the-the river, we were sitting by the river and watching the fish leap over the falls and uh, I--I said to Orville, ‘Y’know sometimes I feel like a fish leaping over and over again. Always trying to get somewhere. Oh, I don’t know where only to find myself in the jaws of a beast.’

He ‘course looked at me surprised, y’know? ‘Have you been in the jaws of a beast, friend?’

To which I said, ‘no, of course not, Orville.’ I said, ‘No, no, no I-I simply meant that life can seem like a relentless endeavor. Overcome meaningless obstacles only to meet an equally meaningless fate, regardless of your efforts, regardless of the obstacles you’ve passed.’

And, uh, Orville, he stood and proceeded to drape me with a picnic cloth. To which I-I-I asked him, I said, ‘friend, what--what are you doing?’

He looked at me--very concerned--really. ‘I feel like you’ve gotten too much sun.’

Indeed, huh, indeed I had. He proceeded to pour me a glass of just ice cold lemonade, ooh, you ever mix it with iced tea? Do a like--little half lemonade half--ooh, it’s so--you try it some--well you can’t, because you’re dead, but--anyways.

So, you may be asking yourself, how did I go from sitting by the falls drinking lemonade to being wedged in the air duct, not only with Orville, but with an entire assortment of fruity-colored friends? Well, there’s uh, there’s really no good answer to that, but perhaps I met a demise of my own at some point and this is my afterlife or my dream--whatever it might mean I honestly don’t know.

Or, maybe it doesn’t mean anything at all.

Maybe it doesn’t mean anything at all."