Can you imagine it? DSP feels a twinge of rage building up inside him. Sweat caresses the sweet curves of his C cup moobs while the pits on his poverty, tan, gaming shirt are stained a permanent shade of dirty grey.
DSP lets loose a triage of the typical DSPisms while that twinge moves to his left arm, slowly up his arm and into his chest. The stream chat goes nuts and spam, "BUGGED HEART MECHANICS", "NUTHIN I CUD DO DOOD" and the usual shit post.
DSP hits the floor, a cloud of dust and shame form a mushroom cloud as his massive, blubberous form hits the deck. The SoK then covers his untimely death with a 3 hour special explaining why they will miss him and how it was completely normal, and healthy to wrap their lives around his.