“Beware of things that go bump in the night. Particularly if they carry scythes like mine. I’ve spent the live long night searching for a geezer with one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel, but I’m tired and you’ll have to do. I’m sorry. Get ready to meet your maker.”
The grim reaper raised his scythe to strike, but caught a whiff of something dead.
He paused and said, “You know you don’t look so good. Cat got your tongue? You’re a zombie, aren’t you. You’re already dead?
Curses, what’s a Grim Reaper to do? Zombies are piling up at the pearly gates and smelling up the place. Well, bozo, I’ll let you shamble away to do what you do. I have bigger fish to fry if I want to get home before dawn.
I hope you find someone to eat, but things are pretty dead around here at this time of night.
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