BLACK LIMOUSINE

[private] Mar, I know death. An’ I know undeath. He’s gone.

[Private] Fuck the tags, Slick. What happened?

[private] Might be better said in person, but, rh. I went lookin’ fer him yesterday, ta visit, but he was gone. Followed his trail to a hotel…an’ found him. Gun to ta head. He’d shot himself an’ lived before. Woke up. But he wouldn’t wake up. I couldn’t get him ta.

[Private] It took you a while to "wake up" the last time I caught you in a morgue. I'm sure he'll come around. You undead lot always do.

[Private] No? What’s happened?

[private] CC’s dead. Suicide.

[private] I take it ya’ve heard what’s been goin’ on, then.

[Private] No? What's happened?

That's too much hassle.

And then snowman grabbed droog and pulled him into the snow and whispered tenderly into his ear ‘you are not him but if you just shut the fuck up, we can pretend and I’ll take you to mcdonald’s and get you a happy meal.’

"I don't want a happy meal. I want Wendy's frosty >:^("

Sure.