*Cashier falls and dies*
Bob: Wait, what just happened!?
Larry: He is a super-narcoleptic. He'll be fine in a few minutes.
Bob (being a necrophiliac): Well then let's get her now!
*Bob lustfully reaches towards Cashier's skirt*
Bob: Wait -- "he"?
Larry: Yeah, he had a few extra bucks. But man, a weed whacker...?
*Bob stares in disbelief*