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humorous Deathfic: Told him not to drink my coffee
by Josette Grover
"Okay Al, tell me what happened?" Grissom asks, blinking as he stares down at the body of Conrad Ecklie lying on the morgue slab.
"His heart burst." Al says, pulling a sheet over the body.
"Okay, why did his heart burst?"
"Because the little bastard was racing around here like Speedy Gonzales on crack." Al snorts. "I've never seen him move so fast."
"And why was he running around like 'Speedy Gonzales on crack'?" Grissom asks, his lips twitching suspiciously.
"He drank a cup of Greg's special blend of coffee." Al snorts. "The caffeine buzz hit him almost instantly."
"I told him not to drink my coffee." Greg says calmly from his spot next to Grissom. "But he wouldn't listen to me."
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