"I want my money back!"
"Why, sir?" the box office clerk cried as he saw his reflection in the silver scythe of death.
"The representation of me in that film was terrible, im not some weird stalker or "ironic" killer"
"Come on Grim, at least that Death got the job done, haven't seen you take someone out since we got you" sassed Mandy.
"Quiet you!"
"Hey, Grim, can you control toilet water?" Billy asked.
"No, it is too much work for nothing. Seriously why would death want it to look like a suicide, no one can arrest death? Or I'll have your head on a pike"
Then immediately a large truck hit the coffee shop next to them. The sight of the bloody wreckage made Billy say the smartest he has ever said.
"I blame OSHA"
"Ha, I finally got them!, so many movies and premonitions and I finally got them all"
"Wow, I avoided death" a man cheered from the wreckage.
"No!" cried Grim.
Then a falling block of stone crushed the man's head.
"Oh, that's how death is, it is not a stalking thing, just letting convenience and stupidity takeover
"And knowing is half the battle" cheered Billy.