He felt a sharp pain in his head as he shot up still slouched in his chair covered in mangos.
He couldn't move at all due to the mangos covering his body; even his eyes were held shut by mangos.
He waited a while before counting to 67 and using all of his power to force open his eyes.
He blinked, trying to get rid of the sharp pain it caused to rip open his eyes.
As soon as the pain went away he saw a desk held up by four wooden legs with a pile of paper on the top left of the table.
On the right of the stack of papers was a brass mango gun that smelled like it had just fired.
Right next to that was a lantern that had the letters 67 engraved onto the bottom of it and a diary in front of him open to the last page with ink-stained writing on it saying:
WE ARE ALL DIDDY INCLUDING ME