When someone keeps flexing their Pokémon to you as if they’ve won millions of dollars from them but in fact it cost them their left kidney because they didn’t leave their Nintendo in like 16 days, their organs are failing them from neglect and the police is looking for their rotten, nearly dead body, its sweaty smell protruding through the layers upon layers of axe deodorant they dared to call a shower.

A euphemism for “kill me” now that composting oneself after one’s death has become popular.