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Death,going toward his next victim in war stricken Kosovo,is stopped by a strange man bearing Frooti's.This is a turning point in Deaths,um,afterlife.
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| Hey,you're Death, right? Here,have a Frooti.Its alcohol enriched! | |
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| No,I couldn't,i'm on a job. | |
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And Death makes the wrong decision.
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| Oh come on,pretty please. | |
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| Allright! Just one wont hurt. | |
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Alas! Death had taken more then just one of these evil yet delicious Frooti's.He had passed out,and when he woke,he found...this!
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| Cool! I've got your robes and sycthe! I'm Death! I'm gonna go kill that guy who didn't give me free beers.See ya! | |
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| Don't go! I'm naked,i'm exposed to the public! Hey,I actualyl like this.Watch my bony ass wigle! Come on,watch me! | |
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