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Death was halfway through the PlayBone special article on the porn star Traci
Bones when his flight was called. He packed the magazine in his shirt pocket and headed
towards the loading ramp. As he handed the ticket to the girl collecting them he smiled
and she fainted dead away also. He shrugged and dropped the ticket on her as he floated
past and onto the plane. He settled in his seat and relaxed, taking in his surroundings.
Comfy, he thought, better than the chair's in Dracy-poo's Rec Room. They're all
worn out from him using them to watch videos. A plant woulda been nice, maybe even a
rat, Death thought, but no... he's gotta get a vcr, tv, and furniture. And those damned
videos too. They're even too much to curse an enemy to watch. Death shuddered thinking
about the videos. The list included: Teletubbies, Hanson Live, Backstreet boys, Barney,
and the Amazing Bible Series. He shuddered again when he thought of the last trip out
for clothes. Hanson shirts, baby-tee's and a blue sparkly speedo.
As he scrunched down into the seat, enjoying it’s ‘newness’ he watched the safety
video.
“In the event of a water landing...”the video droned on.
“Basically you crash into the water and make me do more work...”Death mumbled
to himself earning strange looks from the surrounding passengers. He just grin/leered
back at them and they turned away quickly. The parents mumbling things to their children
about ‘strange diseases’ ‘leprosy’ and ‘that’s what happens if you don’t eat your
vegetables.’ He turned back to the small video screen and turned it off with a grunt.
Death smiled to himself and then removed a pair of Raybone sunglasses and put them on
and lay back in the seat to sleep. He wanted to be well rested for his upcoming activies,
getting a tan, chasing girls, relaxing, chasing girls, spending some ‘me time’, chasing girls,
and other...um... slightly unmentionable activities. Did I mention chasing down the girls?