Onward to the apocalypse
“George Bush, you will be the death of me. Which, I guess, would be ironic, considering I’m Death.”
We join up with Death in the Netherworld. He is riding a Segway ST (Supernatural Transport) as he rides across the vast nothingness known as the midwest side of the Netherworld. But he has paused to grant a rare interview to us all.
“It’s not easy being me. I’m off to the Middle East region of the Netherworld now. I just got back from some tornadoes. Only got one guy. Damn you people and your sickening will to live. I wish you’d all die so I could be at the beach and retired. But I’ll get you all soon. I’m just biding my time. Laying low until the ‘big one.’ You know what I’m talking about.”
Death is silent for a few seconds.
“The powers that be are pulling all your strings. Just like it is in BOB. The real powers are controlling everything. And Sarah, little miss jobber slayer, you will crumble. There are several things you can’t fight in this life. That is the powers that be and me. So if you get your pretty little behind to Grudge Match A-Go-Go, well, I’m just going to have to turn it into a necrophiliac’s dream. Dead as a doornail and easy to nail. BWAHAHAHAHA! I kill me.”
And on that note, Death rides away at a really slow pace on his Segway.