A tall hooded figure glides silently into Kiya's workroom and over to the jacuzzi. Resting it's? his? her? weight on a tall scythe and lets out a resounding sigh. Turning its hooded head toward Kiya it lets out another even louder sigh.
Kiya, I thought I told you I needed at least a week before you brought me any more dead. We're overbooked! Read my lips ... The figure stopped in consternation and shook its head again, Okay, so I don't have any lips! But you understand anyway, right? I need a week at least!
Waving its bony hand at the skeletons reclining in the jacuzzi made them spring to "life". They clambered out of the water and stood there dripping all over the "studio" floor, awaiting Death's next command ...
