Chapter 123: Death is Cool

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Death puts his feet sticking in sparkly trainers onto the desk as he leans back. His bone hands are sticking in the pockets of his green shorts.

"Hey Pris."

"Hello," she replies coldy and crosses her arms.

It's an odd scene. On one side is the Mayor of Heaven in her neat pantsuit, powdered nose with a freezing expression on her face. On the other side is literal Death who looks like he's Slim Shady himself. All that's missing are a portable CD player and watermelon chewing gum.

If only I had some popcorn right now because this is going to be interesting.

"First of all, who is that? Your new slave?"

He turns around to me and pulls down his sunglasses. I look into empty eye sockets as he scans me up and down. 

"Yo name?"

Nervously, I scratch my arm.

"Judy, Sir."

"Sir?" Death pushes back the glasses. "You mean I look like a Sir?"

"Uhm…" I look to Priscilla for help. She just rolls her eyes.