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Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death really hates that! - Matt Frewer
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"Kenny, give it back!"
"Make me!"
"Give me the fucking remote!"
"Stanley, language!"
"Sorry, Mom!"
You really couldn't help but laugh at the scene that was unfolding. Stan was, at the moment, chasing Kenny around the living room. Unfortunately, the blonde was much smaller and faster than the other.
Kyle had sunken into one of the armchairs, his hands covering his face, desperately trying to hide the bout of laughter at his best friend's failure to retrieve the remote.
Cartman was plopped on the sofa, cheering Kenny on. Nothing made him happier than watching the misfortune of others. Especially Stan. And if Cheezy Poofs were involved, he would be entertained for hours.
In one last attempt, Stan jumped at the smaller boy, successfully knocking him over. As for Kenny, well, he suddenly found himself with a face full of carpet.
"Get off!"
"Give me the remote."
He was sitting Kenny's back, glaring at the back of his head.
"Get off me first!"
"You think I trust you?"
"Why not?"
"Kenny, I'm not kidding. Give me the remote, or I will kill you."
"You're kinda sexy when you get angry, ya know that?"
"Dude, not cool!"
"It's true!"
"Come on, Stan, just let him up."
"Yeah, listen to Kyle!"
"Fine!"
Stan rolled off him, making sure to push his head down even more into the carpet before getting up.
Kenny stood as well. Taking a step towards Stan, he waved the remote in front of his face.
"You want it?"
"Yes!"
"'Yes', what?"
"Yes, please?"
"Okay, but you have to do something for me first."
"What?"
"Just don't move."
He took another step towards him, closing to space between them quickly. Before Stan knew what was happening, Kenny had grabbed the back of his head and crashed their lips together. He didn't panic.
"Dude, not again." Kyle sighed.
Kenny had pulled this before. And when Cartman called him a fag for it, he just flipped him off and went along his merry way. At 16, he really couldn't care less. Two years of the 'rumor' he was bi floating around the school had more or less given him his attitude.
Anyway, they were almost used to it by now.
Finally, he pulled away, leaving a slightly stunned Stan just standing there.
"Here's the remote," he said, throwing it to him, falling on to the couch, and grabbing the bag of Cheezy Poofs out of Cartman's hands.
"You suck."
"And I've been told I'm pretty good at it, too."
"Dude, you are such a fag."
Cartman received a punch in the arm for that one.
"Shut up!"
"It's true!"
"Well you don't have to remind me every three seconds!"
"Guys! Look at this!" Kyle interrupted before the argument got to out of hand.
"A news report. Whoop-de-do!"
"No, listen!"
"And tonight we'll be looking at the crippling effects of the sudden population growth. Strangely, noone seems to have been dying for three days now…"
"That's weird."
"Yeah."
"Hey, Stan, change the channel! Terrence and Philip is on!"
"Whatever, Kenny."
Meanwhile, five miles beneath them, the Grim Reaper was sitting in front of his TV in his boxers, a beer can clutched in his skeletal hand. He reached up and scratched the small beard that begun to grow before grabbing the remote. Retirement had not been kind.
He didn't really look the way you would think. Grey hair, sunken grey-blue eyes, sagging skin. Yes, he still had all of his skin, except on his hands. That, unfortunately, was mandatory for the job.
Flipping through the channels, he finally found the news.
"And tonight we'll be looking at the crippling effects of the sudden population growth. Strangely, noone seems to have been dying for three days now…"
"Oh, shit!" He slapped his forehead.
"I knew I for got to do something before I left! Lil, call the boss, there's some stuff I gotta do and I wanna get paid for it!"
"What did you forget now?"
A beautiful young woman with black hair and red eyes came into the room.
"I, um…"
"You didn't?"
"I did…"
"Oh, you are in such big trouble!"
There's the first chapter.
I'd like to thank my mom for the idea about the Grim Reaper.
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