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cheat, death, doer, epiglottis, Haiku, suicide, ultimate power
He counted exactly 27 tablets, calculated the exact dose, estimated the exact minutes needed for the drug to swim into his bloodstream.
“I am the doer. I own my Life. I will design my death.”, he growled.
Death rolled its eyes in mirth and playfully tilted the trapdoor – the Epiglottis
Watched in glee as the 1st tablet intended for the foodpipe … slid down the windpipe.
“No, I decide.” Death asserted. 
Epiglottis: the membranous flap separating the esophagus (foodpipe) from trachea (windpipe). It is designed to close the windpipe entrance while swallowing. When it malfunctions, you can choke, you can aspirate food (or tablets) and/or die.
Quite an anatomical trapdoor, isn’t it?
Impractical Dreamer 
Oh my god ! I didn’t know about this. You conveyed medical knowledge in such a creative way ! 🙂
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Haha, thank you. Mother Nature sure has a wicked sense of humor. She silently nudges us towards uni-tasking, by frowning on speech while dining and vice versa.
Imagine if there was a barrier to vision while dining – it would have saved many families from TV mania or iPhone mania.
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Exactly. . Now a days at dinner tables no conversations happen. All credits to TV.
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Righto. Quite a pity. High tech gadgets of communication seem to be the greatest hindrance to actual communication.
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True Doc 🙂
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