Tank sat in the chair waiting for the dizziness. "Gotta use mental training here" he thought. He didn't want to show any weakness in front of the Doc. "Concentrate, gotta concentrate..." but concentration always made his head hurt.

"Death and glory, death and glory..." and here it came, a gentle wave of dizziness washing over him. And confusion, then disorientation.

"Deathnglory, deathnglory, deathnglory..." Tank felt quite light-headed now. And happy, and floating, and, and, and, and ......?

"deathnglorydeathnglorydeathnglorydeathnglorydeathnglorydeathnglorydeathnglory..." The objects in the office swam lazily across his vision, the Doc was now just fading into another shapeless blob in a sea of shapeless blobs.

And everything just slowly slid away, all gentle and peaceful.

"deathnglorydeathnglorydeathnglory, sigh ..............................................................................."

And Tank knew no more.