Transcription: Pringles Fever

[We are in a hospital room, where there is a dead boy laying in bed with a flat lining heart monitor next to him, a doctor that also stands next to him, and his parents that cry about their son's death (with the man comforting his wife).]

Doctor: I'm so sorry, but we just couldn't reduce his fever for the flavor of a Pringles.

[With that said, we cut to static as always.]