Quick! Kill yourself!

We were playing a video game on the computer. I wielded my rocket launcher with great precision as I blew virtual enemy after virtual enemy away.

Then I got stuck. I fell through the floor, a glitch in the game.

My buddy looked over and gasped. "What... what did you do?"

"I fell through the floor. Weird. Is there a way out?"

He looked incredibly nervous, and he kept looking around, as if someone was going to jump out and scare him.

"Y-yes, th-there's a way out..." he said, "but you'd have to kill yourself."

"Oh, well, that's boring. Let's look for another exit."

"N-no, don't do that! I'm serious, just die! Just die!"

"Calm down, I'm winning anyway!"

He looked ready to jump out of his skin. "You have to hurry! Quick, kill yourself!"

I refused. "Nah, this is more fun, c'mon! Lighten up!"

Then a man in a black suit punched through the wall, grabbed my friend, and started walking away, with my friend tucked under his arm like he was merely a suitcase.