and ate the orange. "YES!" he roared, throwing back the covers. "I FEEL YOUNG AGAIN!"
They looked at each other. "I didn't know -" Espio began, but Lemmy cut him off with another roar, and flung the hard rind of the orange at the orangeseller. It connected squarely with his head, and he fell over quite dead.
Lemmy laughed, and leaned in close to Espio. His breath smelled suspiciously of twinkies. "Espio, m'friend, m'old pal," he hissed. "I'm going to be RICH! And you --" he pointed a shaking finger at Espio -- "are merely going to be dead! You will die! All in this universe will die! Except ME!"
Lemmy knocked Espio over, and charged out, humming an obscure song as he ripped the bandages off of his arms.