Samy, still lying head first onto the table, had a small stream of blood pouring from his sleep onto the table, but so little to not cause alarm.
All of sudden he starts singing a song, unknowingly, as he was fast asleep, the words were in Gallic and the speech was almost impossible to follow, even for those native from Gallia, because he was slurring everything.
"Maman, je viens de tuer un homme... Mis un pistolet contre sa tête..."
Suddenly, a faint unpleasant smell started creeping from him, his pants showing a remarkably distinct stain. He became silent again.