Sam, first a' all, you can't make me do anythin' I don't wwant--want to. Second a' all... [He pauses to gulp in a breath, wheezing.] you can just wwalk awway. Pretend you nevver saww my message. You don't havve to do anythin'.

Wwe're not moirails, hell wwe're not evven friends!

[Eridan stumbles across the room, leaning heavily against the door and slumping to sit on the floor, head against his knees. His head is pounding, his bloodpusher racing, and a burning ache had begun to spread throughout his body.]