Do Your Job
Death(of Accidental Impalement) walks back, boredly and unhappily, since this was the third one he’d lost, and trudged into the “Death Headquarters”, only to sigh at the ridicule he was greeted with.
“It’s the same D.A.I.!” Disease teased. “Oh, what a shock!”
“Suicide,” mumbled D.A.I., “it’s your call. He, like, jumped out of a third story window.”
“Oh, so now he’s dead on two accounts!” Yelled Suicide. “You know, this wouldn’t happen if you did your JOB ! Once in a while!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I think it’s pretty sad though, I died at FIFTEEN with a stick through my chest.”