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One day, in a (literally) underworld bar...
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| Hey Reapy! Long time no see. Can I get you anything? | |
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| *Sigh* Hello Chuck. Just gimme the usual. | |
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| One Bloody Mary coming right up. How you been doing? | |
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| Fine I guess. Work's getting a bit tiring. I'm sick of people claiming they're not dead when they're freakin' bleeding all over the floor! | |
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| Yeah, I can relate to that. It's always "Ah, spare my life, please don't kill me, I'm too young to die, yada yada yada." You know what? You should take a trip over to Oddworld. That always helps. | |
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