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Jeff glared at her. "What do you suggest we do?"

"We should leave the body and take the suitcase" she replied with just a hint of despair.

"But it's the only rational thing to do now!" her voice is getting high, sweat pouring down her face.

He throws a silky light blue blanket over the pile of shipping crates that held stolen pieces of expensive rare sculptures.

"Hey, that blanket was meant for me!" snapped the body, refusing to stay dead.

"Yea, but now I'll freeze to death. I mean, again. No, not freeze again, but dead again... Or something..." said the ex-corpse, visibly confused.

Jeff and Marie stool in awe as the ex-corpse struggled slowly to its feet.

It scratched its genitalia meditatively, before leaning over and tearing off Jeff's head.

Jeff, who also refuses to stay dead, snatches his head back from the undead menace.

When suddenly a ghoulish figure in black robes appears from thin air in front of jeff, he points his his bony finger towards Jeff and says in a dreary voice "I am Death....I am here for your crystal meth".

Marie wasn't in the best of moods by now, so she bitch slapped the man in black "pi** off" she said.

Death was so furious at Marie that his accent became stereotypically italian "What da fuck do y-", before he could finish talking Reptar the destroyer crushed everyone under his giant foot while attempting to dodge the stuff his wife was throwing at him from her apartment window, "Get a job you lousy deadbeat, I could've married Godzilla before you knocked me up" she said in a stereotypically Canadian accent.

And boy, did his feet smell, even rabid dogs ran from the stomach-wrenching whiff

The End.

Or so he thought....

Because, as is often the case, when something is believed to have ended, it is only the beginning, as Reptar was soon to discover.

Reptor began watching where he walked so he didn't destroy as much.