*DEATH strolls into the clinic, if a skeleton could stroll, being careful to move his hips so that the light reflected off the duct tape he was wearing. In addition to his new duct tape fetish, he is covered in political buttons, most pertaining to zombies or fashion. He also has his trust rubber duck, in hopes that, perhaps, today it will turn
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"One pepperoni pizza, coming right up," she says, putting it down on the table, smiling at DEATH's thoughtfulness to set up a table. "You know, when I was a kid, I wasn't allowed to eat this. Makes it taste even better."
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