Much like a poorly-tempered cat, Capochin flails and wriggles, lashing his tail angrily. But he quickly succumbs to fatigue, as contrary to his prior assertions, he is indeed sick. But that won't stop this plague ridden idiot from biting his own fiance. So with the last vestiges of his strength, Capochin unleashes his swan song---- a devastating chomp to Hector's sleeve-covered arm.