Ready.
"Dude. . . ." Xigbar groaned. "What happened?" His surfer accent was heavier than normal.
YOUR NECEESARY BODILY FUNCTIONS HAVE CEASED TO OPERATE. TO RELATE THIS TO YOUR UNDERSTANDING. . . . Death paused for a minute to find the right words. DUDE, YOU GOT TOTALLY WASTED.
Death was as impartial as gravity, but he did try.
Aim.
"What? By that kid? That kid who couldn't hit a stationary Beserker if he had an AK-47?"
Death didn't understand the terminology, but he nodded anyway.
YES. THAT'S THE ONE, and he raised his scythe high . . . .
Fire.
Yep. Another short one. I'm kinda fond of it though. The thought of Death saying "dude" just cracks me up.
Sorry for the wait - it's finals week.
*Insert disclaimer here*
-SilverInkblot