A week later after the event, Death drove in his yellow slug bug, off to do
his job.
"Jesus Christ!" Death exclaimed to himself. "Three hundred people killed in
a movie theater. Why the hell didn't they run away when the building
started collapsing?"
The audience, wearing 3-D glasses, thought the theater crashing down was part of the screen's show. "This is very realistic!" a man shouted. "Look, daddy!" his young son said. "They even got red paint on my stomach! And a fake piece of glass, too!"
Suddenly, Death's car broke down. "Aw, jeez," Death sighed. Death stepped out of the car and approached the engine. He lifted up the hood and an orange werewolf hopped out. "What the hell!" Death called out. The werewolf grabbed Death and used magic to make him faint. The werewolf then held onto him and ran away.
A day after Death's kidnapping, Tom and Diane, Quahog's news reporters, were reporting a new event. "It seems no one is dying again," Diane said, introducing the topic.
"Last year there was a night when Quahog resident Peter Griffin would not die in the Drunken Clam. He drank over three hundred bottles of beer without being infected with lead poisoning, started riots, and was shot repeatedly by our Asian reporter," Tom explained. The Griffins were watching this at their home, on the couch. "Death!" Peter shouted. "Peter?" Lois asked. "Chris is holding up a sign with 'death" written on it," Peter answered.
"That's what it spells?" Chris asked. "I thought it spelled 'Doritos'". "Death must be missing," Brian said. "What do you mean, Brian?" Meg asked. "Remember when Death sprained his ankle? No one died," Brian explained. "Thank God those Dawson Creek kids are all right," Peter said. "I'd hate to see such young actors perish." Tom cleared his throat. "In other news, the entire cast of Dawson's Creek died last night while trying to steal free cable. They fell off the roof, snapped their necks, and died instantly," Tom said, trying to contain laughter.
"Aw, crap," Peter mumbled. "Tom, you find this funny?" Diane asked, angry. "Well, I hate being a liar so, yes," Tom said. "Well, at least your honest," Diane sighed. "Your mother's a bitch," Tom said. There was dead silence for a while, until the Griffins turned off the T.V. Lois paced around the room. "I'm not really fond of Death, but I hope he's okay," she said, worried.
Death woke up, shackled on a slap, in a dark room. "I hate starting Mondays like this," Death sighed.
The audience, wearing 3-D glasses, thought the theater crashing down was part of the screen's show. "This is very realistic!" a man shouted. "Look, daddy!" his young son said. "They even got red paint on my stomach! And a fake piece of glass, too!"
Suddenly, Death's car broke down. "Aw, jeez," Death sighed. Death stepped out of the car and approached the engine. He lifted up the hood and an orange werewolf hopped out. "What the hell!" Death called out. The werewolf grabbed Death and used magic to make him faint. The werewolf then held onto him and ran away.
A day after Death's kidnapping, Tom and Diane, Quahog's news reporters, were reporting a new event. "It seems no one is dying again," Diane said, introducing the topic.
"Last year there was a night when Quahog resident Peter Griffin would not die in the Drunken Clam. He drank over three hundred bottles of beer without being infected with lead poisoning, started riots, and was shot repeatedly by our Asian reporter," Tom explained. The Griffins were watching this at their home, on the couch. "Death!" Peter shouted. "Peter?" Lois asked. "Chris is holding up a sign with 'death" written on it," Peter answered.
"That's what it spells?" Chris asked. "I thought it spelled 'Doritos'". "Death must be missing," Brian said. "What do you mean, Brian?" Meg asked. "Remember when Death sprained his ankle? No one died," Brian explained. "Thank God those Dawson Creek kids are all right," Peter said. "I'd hate to see such young actors perish." Tom cleared his throat. "In other news, the entire cast of Dawson's Creek died last night while trying to steal free cable. They fell off the roof, snapped their necks, and died instantly," Tom said, trying to contain laughter.
"Aw, crap," Peter mumbled. "Tom, you find this funny?" Diane asked, angry. "Well, I hate being a liar so, yes," Tom said. "Well, at least your honest," Diane sighed. "Your mother's a bitch," Tom said. There was dead silence for a while, until the Griffins turned off the T.V. Lois paced around the room. "I'm not really fond of Death, but I hope he's okay," she said, worried.
Death woke up, shackled on a slap, in a dark room. "I hate starting Mondays like this," Death sighed.