Some place, some time, someone is drawing chibis in their math book durring class.

A little chibi duo ran around the page. "I'm the god of death!"
a mini xellos looked him over from his perch on top of a fraction. "Oh really?"
"If that doesn't empress you, then who are you?" The disgruntaled braid boy squinted at him.
"Now that is a secret" a gloved finger was waggled in his direction.
Duo stress marked. "If you make me angry I'll send you to hell."
"Been there, done that." Xellos was suddenly levatating a few feet above Duo. "I sense some hostility. Might I suggest some yoga?"
"Death is suposed to be hostile stupid."
"Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot, let me buy you a drink."
Duo nodded. "Fine, but it was to be loaded with artificial color and sugar...blue would be nice. I need to keep my energy up."
"OK!" They popped out of the math book and into a chemistry book. Before long they were drunk. "I'm telling you man, I have this hot chick but she's got no boobs."
"Tell me about it mate. I got one with the same problem. And the smaller the breasts, the bigger the temper, ever notice?" Duo hiccuped.
"Now that you mention it. And head strong, definately head strong."
"Here we are, Babe magnits and sex symbols with titless girls...Life sucks." The god of death slumped over pouting.
"I wouldn't put it like that. Ok, yes, I would put it like that..." Xellos leaned on his elbow. "Let's go pick up some chicks."
"K."

(Uh, well...the end.)