(Context: Binjpipe had taken Cookie Mastersonâs life, and then he meets Jim Reaper in Hell)
Jim Reaper: *Magically summons a scroll* Now, letâs see⌠Ah yes. âCookieâ. Surname?
Cookie: Masterson.
Jim Reaper: âMastersonâ⌠*his scroll magically disappears* Oh, bloody hell, you would have to be of the Masterson family, wouldnât you?
Cookie: *shrugs* Why? Is there a problem with that?
Jim Reaper: Well, yes there is, actually! Itâs like those bloody cats. Such a pain in the ass. Youâre one of these âspecial casesâ.
Cookie, flattered: Oh, really?
Jim Reaper: Yes, apparently, according to the âPowers that beââ Iâm just doing my job. I do what Iâm told. I donât even get paid very much. âApparently, members of your family can have as many lives as they think they can get away with.
Cookie: Oh, I see. So Iâm not dead?
Jim Reaper: Youâre dead, but not quite.
Cookie: Ah, right, well, Iâll be off, then!
Jim Reaper: Ah- *slams scythe down* JUST YOU WAIT! SMARTASS! *pulls scythe back out of ground* You donât get out of it that easily. Now, the thing is, you may not be dead, but that doesnât mean you canât die. You just have a few more, shall we say⌠chances. yeah. Like cats, I hate those things! Right, distributed around the party packs are these screw-things, Magic screws. If you can get them, Iâll give you an extra chance. Understand?
Cookie: Um, well, sounds a bit strange, but, okay!
Jim Reaper: STRANGE?! ITâS THE BEST BLOODY DEAL YOUâRE GOING TO GET, YOU LITTLE PRICK! Right, thatâs it, piss off! Iâve got some cats to see.
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