"Who sent you?" Marc asked.
"I'd rather not discuss them, if it's all the same to you," George said.
"Well," Marc said, "I'm alive. So you can just go back to them, whoever they are, and tell them they're mistaken."
"But I don't want to go back," George said unhappily. He looked at Marc speculatively. "Couldn't you just sort of kick off?"
"I beg your pardon?" Marc asked incredulously. "Do I understand you right? Are you asking me to kill myself just to accommodate you?"
"Oh, you wouldn't have to do it all yourself," George said. "I'd be very happy to assist you."
"So!" Toffee cried. "So that's what you were up to! You were trying to strangle him with that phone booth!"
George shrugged sheepishly. "I didn't think I should pass up any opportunity. I'll admit it's not a very fancy way to die...."
"You fiend!" Marc said. "You horror!"
"Oh, please, no!" George objected woundedly. "You just aren't looking at the thing right, that's all. Fair's fair, you know. After all, I've been waiting years for you to pop off, and...."