Skulblaka coughed quietly, then again louder. It turned into a fit that sounded like she would cough up a lung.
"Jkifat meejo. Jkifat. Jkifat! JKIFAT!" she screamed at the corpse and jumped on it. Skul began to pound on it with her fists while screaming and swearing at it. Finally, she broke down in sobs. "Den...A xulo housxot hesb rekkem." She sighed and stood up wearily, turning to her shop. She rustled a bit, looking for something, and when she found it, she made a weak noise of victory. Without warning, she plunged the knife into her stomach repeatedly and collapsed onto the ground. Unfortunately, the alchemical potion she had cooked up for herself yesterday worked, and instead of dying like she had planned, she simply went to sleep and healed her wounds. Only she had discovered the secret to semi-immortality.