"Sunglasses?! Really?! Take your job seriously!"
I am a creature of the dark. I need to protect my sensitive eyes.
"You don't have eyes!! And what is this you're calling yourself nowadays– the 'Grim Reaper'? What, are you going through middle schooler syndrome* or something?"
Hey, my people chose that name for me.
"They are your VIC-TIMS. STOP. SLACKING. OFF. I don't know how many times I've told you, Death. You know this well, I'm sure. The age of man is to steadily decline. When no man is over 62 years of age, their reign will come to an end, and the age of the beaver will begin."
I thought it was eggplants.
"Eggplants are plant