The uncorking of the bottle roared through the room. He jumped and danced and jumped again. He screamed and laughed and screamed again. He drank the champagne, swallowed the pill and blithely died. In his cell, he had laughed, screamed and jumped. He'd finally earned his freedom, and with a gulp of champagne he'd celebrate, with blissful tears, the magical evening of the event. Oh death! Delicious death! Ecstatic death! You come to us like a drink of champagne! We relish upon you with rapture and mirth, and finally smile, with shining eyes, as you untie the bowline of our delusive soul and eat it with pleasure, just like we drank yours.
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