"Welcome to the Enrichment Center- [violent coughing] (...) The bean counters said we could literally not afford to buy seven dollars worth of moon rocks, much less seventy million. Did it anyway! Ground 'em up, mixed 'em into a gel. And guess what? Ground-up moon rocks are pure poison. I am deathly ill."
—Cave Johnson, Portal 2
Finally [Sir Walter] coughed — a brief clearing of the throat as if to suggest that everyone coughed — coughing was the most natural thing in the world — coughing could never, under any circumstances, be cause for alarm. The young woman on the sopha came at last to the end of her own coughing fit, and lay quite still and quiet, though her breathing did not seem to come easily.
But then, Ansel coughed.
It started with him clearing his throat, taking a sip of the thin wine. But it didnt help. He coughed again. In moments, the coughing worsened, and flecks of blood splattered on the table. His audience drew back, rightly fearing plague. There was no end to the mans convulsions. He coughed, choking on the vomit that spilled from his mouth in a torrent. He barked, his body shuddering as the retching coughs overtook him, until finally, just mere minutes after it all began, there was a terrifying crack, his body snapping backwards in a horrifying mess.
—Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Lure Of The Liche Lord