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Hitting the beach with nothing but a pair of sunglasses, his swim trunks on and the
same tacky hawaiian shirt on his back, Death started looking around for his first gal pal.
Spotting a young girl sunbathing on a fluroescent pink towel he began to strut over there
with an arrogant air. Plopping his towel down besides hers he tried to think of his best
pick up line. Rubbing his bony palms.. er... well bones, together he pushed the sunglasses
back up on his forehead, taking in the girl laying beside him. She had on a navy blue
trimmed in white string bikini that was very skimpy. She was practically begging for a guy
to try and hit on her Death thought to himself as he cleared his throat.
“So.... come here often,”he asked trying to make his voice sound deeper and more
buff than the mere skeleton with eyes that he was. Well he was a little more than just a
skeleton, he did have some flesh left but it was stretched tightly over his bones and was
slightly... discolored.
The girl looked up at him, removing her own sunglasses and pushing a strand of
her black hair behind her ear.
“Oh... eww.. you are like so totally gross, oh ick ick ick,”she said with the tone of
a valley girl as she pulled away and hastilly packed her things up and almost flew from the
beach.
Sitting dejectedly Death snapped his finger bones and muttered,”I hope they have a
good plastic surgeon down here....”
Sighing he stood up, gathered his towel and trudged off to his hotel room to make
a few phone calls.