[Accidental voice]

[frigginsterling]

[The crow flaps onto a branch near a tall skinhead, who is walking through the forest aimlessly]

...and I've already been here, and I've already seen that tree and that's my fucking badge. Bloody hell, does this bloody forest ever actually end?

[Woody gives the nearest tree a hard kick with his steel-toecapped boots, yelling in frustration. The bird

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[kamui_vampiro]

Uhm... and you are?

[frigginsterling]

[He gives the crow an odd look]

I'm Woody, mate. And you are...a talking mutant crow. What the fuck?

[kamui_vampiro]

I'm not the crow. The crow is just a communicator device.
[Kamui just waits for an answer]

[frigginsterling]

A communicator device? What the hell? Like a telephone?

So who the fuck are you?

[kamui_vampiro]

More or less, I guess. And hell is an appropriate word.

Firts tell me who are you.

[frigginsterling]

Bloody hell, man, I already told you. Woody. Wooooo-dddyyyy. Wood-dy.

[kamui_vampiro]

Oh, yes, Woody. [Kamui isn't completely paying attention to the crow.]
... I'm Kamui and you're in Sheol.

[frigginsterling]

...Kamui.

Ok, ok, Sheol. Where's Sheol?

[kamui_vampiro]

... Kamui.

Uhm... [he's not a talkative one, so he doesn't know exactly how to said in the best way to woody that he's dead.] What's the last thing do you remember?

[frigginsterling]

Erm...lessee, I were at a party and right pissed. On the couch with Lol, drownin' my sorrows.

[kamui_vampiro]

Uhm...
After that, probably something bad happened to you. Like I said before... hell is an appropriate word...
[Kamui sighed and decided to be frank]
You... died.

[frigginsterling]

[He just laughs like it's all a big joke]

Fuck off, mate! Me, dead?

[kamui_vampiro]

[Kamui hates jokes.]
...
Try to hurt yourself.
You'll feel no pain and your wounds would heal quickly.

[frigginsterling]

What the fuck, man? I'm not gonna slice meself up for your sick amusement, you know.

[kamui_vampiro]

You're free to do what you want, but it doesn't chang the fact you died.
We're all dead here.

[frigginsterling]

Whooooo, we're all dead here.

Mate, you're talking out of your arse.