It had been one month since Frylock was diagnosed and his roommates were still trying to cheer him up. Shake had just finished making his sick friend a get-well breakfast of pancakes and waffles.

"WAKE UP, FRYLOCK! IT'S BREAKFAST TIIIIIIIME!" Shake called. No response. "Frylock?"

Shake came over to Frylock's room, and, to his horror, he was lying still on the bed and he was fighting to keep breathing.

"Sha…Sh…Shake…" he said quietly, looking up at Shake with bloodshot eyes. He coughed a few times. "Get…Meat…wad…"

"Oh my god…you're not…" Shake gasped. "Are you?"

"Get…him…please…"

The moment everyone had been dreading had come. Frylock was dying.

"MEATWAD!" Shake yelled, voice cracking a little. "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Meatwad rolled in and his eyes went wide. "Frylock! What's wrong?"

Tearing up, Shake set Meatwad on the bed so Frylock could see him. Frylock took a few breaths and gathered the air to speak to them. "I'm so sorry…I don't want to leave you two…but I want you to stay strong for me, okay?"

"Frylock…no…you ain't gonna die. Of course you ain't…" Meatwad started crying. "You can't die! We need you!"

Shake's lip began to tremble a little. "We'll remember you, buddy. We're going to miss you so much."

"Thanks…" Frylock said, smiling as much as he could with the little energy he had left.

Meatwad gently hugged him. "I love you, Frylock."

"So do I," Shake choked, sniffling and holding the fry that was extended to him.

"I love you guys, too."

Then Frylock's eyes drifted shut for the final time. Shake let out a loud wail and he held Meatwad close, both of them sobbing into each other.