With a horrible screech, Dethman flung the punch bowl at the minister with twitching hands. "My mother is well! My mother is well!" he screamed, his decaying eyes filled with purest insanity and the remnants of what could have at one time been stale breadcrumbs. Having thoroughly soaked the disturbed minister with crimson liquid, he gradually sank onto the ground, his body periodically convulsing.

Dethman shook his head and continued in a ragged whisper, "I can't bear to see this. I used to be in a relationship with Jazz during high school, but it got complicated and we haven't spoken since."