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[i]Yes, Donny's pulse couldn't be found. But then again, he did study yoga...[/i]

[url]http://skepticmeditations.com/2015/05/17/can-yogis-stop-their-heart/[/url]

[i]He couldn't outright stop his own heart, but he could slow it to such an extend that only an electroencephalograph could determine whether or not he lived. A damn good actor indeed. Whilst Lily was dialing the 911, suddenly the stereo system kicked on, the blasting noise making it impossible to speak into the phone. It was Huey Lewis's "Hip to be Square". When she turned back to Donny, he'd be sitting up and holding the remote in his hand, head nodding to the catchy beat as he lazily grinned at her.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9K0B8axdvU[/youtube]
(Something to listen to whilst reading the rest of the post)

High blood pressure? Stress? No, not this one. He truly was as calm as he seemed, and many times more calculating. He had played possum better than most opossums do. To make the froth convincing, he had even bitten his tongue to draw blood. He slowly and deliberately rose to his feet with a single easy motion. The only other thing that had surprised him was how Lily hadn't even bothered to take away his gun when she had the chance. Not that she'd have been able to shoot him in time if she had, as he'd turned the safety on before his hands left his pockets during the act.

He turned the music down to speak.[/i]

[color=f26522]"Yuh had thah chance tah kill muh, but yuh skiffed it. Howevuh, luck an' circumstance means nuthahn' in life or death. What mattahs is who's on thah wrong end of thah gun. Which is yuh, missus..."

"But Ah see yuh actions don't lie. Yuh're a bodah I can trust. Yuh don't wannah take on Ol' Donneh, an' yuh wanna see Red Clah die, thah's right?"[/color]

[i]It seems that she had actually managed to earn Donny's trust, to some degree, and now he was repaying her by offering her a chance to accompany him, freely and as a partner, to kill Red Claw.[/i]