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[no_justice]

Curry.
The food of anthropomorphic personifications.
I'd write a post dedicated to curry, but I don't want to.
So I won't.
Pretend this post had content.
Here, have a Death.

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[gotham_knocking]

"Nice cloak. You and the Bat use the same tailor?" Knox sees the tall man in long cloak and draws his own conclusions.

[no_justice]

The wearer of the cape turns to face the man who addressed him, revealing a grinning white skull, from the eyesockets of which shine two tiny pinpricks of blue light.

I MADE THIS MYSELF, he intones, in a voice that doesn't seem to bother with thnigs like soundwaves

[gotham_knocking]

"GAH!" Knox takes a few steps back and almost trips. "Oh god. You're...you're..."

He backs away further. "Stay away from me! I'm not ready to die, do you hear?" Knox knoss the Grim Reaper when he sees it.

[no_justice]

Death, naturally, looks both resigned and deflated by this reaction, and hangs his skull.

I DON'T WORK HERE, he points out. NO BUSINESS.

[msmartha]

Martha has no curry. She does have Dippin' Dots. Also, flowers.

"Would tha like a flower?"

[no_justice]

He'd rather have a flower than one of those... coloured... icy... things.

I mean, really, WTF?

WHAT WOULD I DO WITH A FLOWER? he asks.

[msmartha]

"Tha might eat it."

She laughs.

"But I think twould look better as a decoration."

[no_justice]

ALL RIGHT, Death says, holding out two fingerbones to take the proffered flower gently. THANK YOU.