Mar 12, 2009 19:55
[Recorded; There is a knock on a door in the city. A moment later the door opens and you can hear the voice of a middle aged man]
H-Hello...?
HELLO. HOW ARE YOU FARING TODAY, MR. LOGAN?
[a long pause; before the sounds a bit more fearful] I'm fine. [another pause] Do we know each other...?
I KNOW YOU, JACOB LOGAN. I KNOW EVERYONE.
What? W-wait, who are you?
I AM DEATH.
[There is another pause of PURE SHOCK, and then the man's voice turns into utter fear and panick] D-DEATH?! What do you want?! It's not my time is it?! I'm not ready to go-
ACTUALLY I'M HERE TODAY TO SELL YOU SOME DELICIOUS GIRL SCOUT COOKIES. HOWEVER IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED I CAN ALWAYS-
OH GOD, NO! I'm interested! H-Here! Take my money! [the sound of a wallet being thrown at Death and the man grabbing the box of cookies frantically]
JACOB, THIS IS TOO MUCH. THE COOKIES ARE NOT THIS EXPENSIVE.
I DON'T CARE! JUST KEEP THE CHANGE!! [the sound of a door being SLAMMED shut]
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE CHARITABLE CONTRIBUTION. YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY.
[And Death moves on~]
azrael (death)