Much shorter. Buahahahahaha! And the names were changed because I'm paranoid. Again, Buahahahahahaha!

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I don't own this. What are you talking about?

Chapter Two: Grim Reaps the Immortal Souls of the Yearbook Editors

"GODDAMMITSONOFABITCH!" Peach commented rather calmly as she pounded her fists on the keyboard and punched the computer screen, smashing it into pieces.

"What's wrong baby?" Mickey asked stroking the back of Peach's hair.

"I lost computer solitaire again," she huffed, crossing her arms and kicking a huge hole in the wall beneath the table.

"Maybe we should actually work on some yearbook stuff," Sheba timidly suggested.

"NO!" Abigail snapped, slapping Sheba across the face. "WE HAVE TO GOOF AROUND AND BE STUPID!" she concluded before bursting into tears.

"I got piiiizza!" Mr. O'Houlihan announced as he entered the room with 12 boxes of Dominos pizza balancing in his arms. "They're all pepperoni."

"You suck, O'Houlihan," all four girls told him before they ripped open the boxes and buried their faces in the food.

As they sloshed about in the cheese and sauce (but not the bread – they just clawed the bread with their fingernails) the door slowly opened again, causing the florescent lights to dim. Despite all that, no one looked up from the pizza binging and didn't notice Grim glide over to them, his scythe raised over his head.

"I am the Grim Reaper and I have come to reap your immortal sooouls!" Grim announced in his creepy voice.

This time, the editors shot their heads up to stare at him with shards of pizza dripping from their faces. Apparently it seemed to Grim that the editors' faces were bleeding profusely due to the skin peeling off, knowing he'd never believe it was just pizza. So he let out a repulsed mutter as he sunk back into the doorway.

"Well, hi!" Mr. O'Houlihan greeted, stepping towards him, a huge layer of cheese dangling from his eyelid. "Welcome to yearbook! Do you have any pictures you want to submit to us or are you just here for the free food?"

"Get back!" Grim warned, waving his scythe in front of him to fend off the crazy yearbook advisor. "I won't stand for dis! You get away from me, you cannibals!"

"CANNIBALS?!" Peach demanded, spurting sauce and bits of pepperoni from her mouth as she leapt onto the desk and crouched for attack. "WHO TOLD YOOOOOOOU?!"

At that, she pounced off the desk, screeched through her fangs and whipped out claws from her fingers. Grim freaked out and did the first thing that crossed his mind.

In a matter of seconds, Peach hit the floor in the form of a rutabaga.

Grim, along with the rest of the yearbook staff, stared down at the motionless vegetable before he drove the butt of his scythe through it, smashing it to mush.

"It was self-defense," he shrugged to the dumbfounded editors after doing so.

"DIIIIIIIE!" they all screamed as they charged towards Grim.

In quick and a more rational response, Grim blasted a huge hole in the floor in front of him to which everyone fell through, screaming until their cries for help faded into silence. A few seconds later, four distant splashes were heard and finally the chomping of a crocodile.

"Well…I guess dat counts," Grim figured. He then scooped up a piece of rutabaga and popped it in his mouth before leaving the room.

Only seven days until I'm changing my name. Happy Holidaaaaaays!