Skippy: OK runt, you ain't cool until you have smoked a cigarette.
Wortle: I earnestly wish to be cool!
Wortle: Whoa! My head feels so light...
Action: Wortle's head rotates counterclockwise.
Wortle: Gah...
Wortle: Hooooot.... I'm seeing....
Wortle: Skippy, you will die in late adolescence, in a horrifying act of self-immolation, involving a plastic bag, a gallon of kerosene, and a Zippo lighter, after breaking up with your 37 year old gay lover.