[He considers refusing to drink, but who would that hurt besides himself? Leaning forward, he takes a long draught of the juice then slumps back against the headboard. How can someone possibly be tired and restless at the same time?]

I do know.

[That didn't stop him from wanting to eat something normal. A week and he was already becoming sick of the liquid diet they were feeding him.

Mukuro smirks as a thought suddenly occurs to him.]

Maybe if you feed me more, I'll eventually bring up my stomach and the rest of my organs. Then you can cook them and serve them to Hibari Kyouya and he'll truly be able to bite me to death.