George plunged the knife deeper, creating tributaries of blood on his victim's shirt. "That aught to do it," he said, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his button down. Four victims were set out on the floor, wallowing in agony. George dragged the arms of his latest victim to loop around and touch his hips. He took the knife and slashed at the hem of the victim's pants. This would be it, finally he could be free from this eternal life.

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George brushed back his hair with his knife wielding hand, dripping a single drop of blood onto his chin - delightful. Now he was in it, now he was dirty. The first victim finally let go and he heard the last exhale and gasp for life followed closely by what George knew DEATH hated the most. He waited, it took DEATH a few seconds to appear but multiple deaths in a room always drew it. George twisted his mouth into a wormy smile, there was the sound, the beautiful destructive sound that would leave evidence of the worst parts of the a death - the parts that people failed to talk about.

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A black cloud spiraled forth from the cement column facing George. The robed entity slowly grew into itself pulling molecules from thin air. It's scythe tapped the ground. DEATH bent down to pull the soul from the forehead of the first vanquished mortal. "..." DEATH stopped, it's robed head turned up and locked eyes with George. "Again, really? Disgusting. Just plain disgusting you impotent mortal!" The robe fell off of DEATH's head and the skull with glaring red eyes had a look of exhaustion. "Why? Just to annoy me? To push me away? It's been what? A hundred years and you're still doing this childish gimmick? You know what, I'm just going to place you into a torture chamber. More humanity obviously isn't helping you grow up!"

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George cackled. He doubled over with laughter. "Shit, I don't want that..." He held in laughs for only a few brief seconds. He exploded, tears rolling down his face as what he fashioned as comedy overtook him. "Funnier everytime, I swear."

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"You're a five year old trapped in a four hundred year old's body. Come here you little - "

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"Shit? Hahahahha!" George scampered around, careful to hop over the bodies. His foot slipped in the excrement the man had leaked out after he'd breathed his last breathe. All four victims had little piles of poo behind them and, from a bird's eye view, you could see George had been meticulous in arranging the bodies to spell out 'POOP'. It was the most juvenile serial killer DEATH had ever had to deal with and he had people that made love to skulls of their victims.

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"This cannot...STAND!" DEATH shouted, slamming his scythe to the ground and teleporting into George's path.

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"Of course not, they needed to eat more fiber!" At this last joke, DEATH whacked George across the temple and caught him. DEATH scraped the air opening a heinous green portal that erupted with moaning and shouting and the stench of brimstone and broccoli. He threw George into the portal. DEATH would not abide by this indignant childish gimmick any longer. Every twenty years George had done something similar but this was the most blatant disrespect to the dead DEATH had witnessed. The man deserved to have each skin cell pulled apart by the spirits of the dead for all eternity. 'POOP'? Seriously, it isn't even that funny.

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DEATH returned to the job at hand and lifted the spirits from each body, sending them on their way to their afterlife of choice. He learned tidbits of their history as he held them for those precious few seconds. George's joke had gone a bit deeper. Each of them had been preparing for a colonoscopy today. DEATH sighed, rubbed his forehead and de-materialized. At least that was the last he would hear from George.