Shagg's strumming becomes slower and slower until he eventually stops, letting his beloved guitar fall from his hands as he stares into Emma's seemingly glowing eyes.<br/>"Whatever you say..." He says in a surreal sort of way and Emma forces his head into her heavily salivating mouth; his unkempt hair soaking up most of the gooey liquid.<br/>"My supplier must have mixed acid with the painkillers... Dumb druggy" He thinks aloud the first rational thought of the day as he feels his head being sucked deeper...