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Hole-ee-shit.

I mean. I'm here. And I don't want one of those today.

I don't remember giving you a choice.

*Groans* Fine, but can we make mine not all the way across the city or something? I do have an afterlife you know.

*hands over post-it* You also have a job to do. So suck it up.

*Pouts but takes the post it* Someone's grumpy this morning.

*fake smiles* There, happy?

No, thats just creepy. *Pauses* Hey Rube, how about buying a poor reaper waffles huh mate?

Do I look like I feed every freeloader that comes my way?

*sighs*

Kiffany? A waffle for the fuck-up.

*Grins* Thanks! *Settles back into the booth*

So uh... where's everyone else. Looks like I'm the only one thats on time.

And that's terrifying enough.

They'll show if they know what's good for them.

Oooh. Scary. Let me ask you something. Do you enjoy acting like the boogeyman?

Yes. I do. Do you enjoy being such a fuck-up?

Sometimes, yes.

You would.

Fucking prick

Hey now, thats not very nice is it?

When did I ever claim to be a nice guy? I'm not a nice guy, I'm your boss, and you'd do well to remember it.

Fine, fine. *grumbles, but cheers up as his waffles are set in front of him digging in, and of course talking with his mouth full* I think we should have weekends off from reaping. Its really not fair.

*rubs bridge of his nose* I-I'm sorry, I can't understand dumbasses who don't have any basic fucking table manners. Come on, Mason, were you raised in a barn or did your mother just drop you on your head?

*Shrugs and shoves another bite of waffle into his mouth* I don't know.

You live...well, unlive to torture me, don't you?

I don't know. *There was no getting through to Mason at this point. He had waffles in front of him. Everythign else was sort of...white noise*

*takes waffles away* Eat like a civilized human being or don't eat at all, you got me?

Hey! *He said as his waffles are taken away right out from under his nose.* Give those back! I am civilized. I'm using a fork, c'mon Rube.

*takes bite of his eggs, chews and swallows* Take small bite. Chew. Swallow. Speak. Rinse. Repeat. Can you handle that or do I need to get a three year old to show you?

*Mason just looked at him uninterestedly.* What does it matter how I do it? It's all going to the same place am I right? No matter what the method is. *Grabs for his waffles*

It matters because you're making me sick and while I paid good money for my breakfast, I have no desire to see it again. *holds waffles out of reach*

Fine, fine, just give me my food back. *his voice was particularly whiny, because he was particularly hungry that morning.*

*gives back his plate* You know, if the others don't show up, you're going to have to take their assignments as well.

*Mason stabs a piece of his waffle before pointing it at Rube* Now thats unfair! Don't punish me for actually being here on time, I'll never do it again I swear. *He says before shoving the piece into his mouth. Mmm waffles.*

Death, much like life, isn't fair. If you have a problem with it, take it up with them.

*Mason had nothing to say to that other than grumbling under his breath*