deal with it, kid

Do you have a problem with me?

Well, too bad kid.

You're stuck with me.

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Kid, I can't understand you when your mumbling like that. Speak up.

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So what if I'm Death?

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Ew, you humans are so weird.

Kid, do you see any zombies or skeletons covered in blood anywhere?

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Kid, I'm a teenager.

I didn't ask to be Death, it just...happened?

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Aw, you hate me that much?

Well, would this make you feel better?

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Oops.

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Well, how was I supposed to know dogs here didn't have three heads on Earth?

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I was being sarcastic, kid. Tip number one, I'm very sarcastic.

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Well, my job's to protect you. Boss' orders.

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Of course it was. Who do you think is my boss?

Kid, you got a lot to learn.

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I know you know your multiplication tables. I've been watching you for a long time.

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That's not stalking, kid. Stop holding your fists up like that.

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What, you think that little metal knife's gonna hurt me?

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Oh.

Sorry kid. Are you okay?

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Well, it's your fault for not asking. How was I supposed to know kids didn't know I'm not solid?

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It's not a life choice kid. Now shut up and show me where a reaper can get some decent sushi around here.

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Kid. I don't eat human souls. That's disgusting. I only eat diet souls.

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Kid, I was being sarcastic again.