jaylah | baxton
≪ INCOMING CALL ≫
UKNOWN NUMBER
"Henderson Morgue, you stab 'em, we slab 'em, this is Death speaking?"
"I like your intro, makes sense with your plan on killing me"
"Hehehe"
"How'd you know it was meh?"
"Your God fúcking damit number, you imbecile"!"
"Oh right..."
"Yeah dumbass"
"By the way my butt isn't dumb!"
"In your dreams fúck head"
"Ok when did you start swearing?"
"Since I heard your voice"
"Whatever!"
"You sounded like barbie...on crack"
"Thanks!"
"Ok shut up now"
"Why?"
"That voice is starting to get creepy, it's making me feel evil again..."
"Oh...ugh...oof"
"What a weird way to cough..."
"I'm sorry that I don't meet your standards you high standard bïtch"
"Who said you could start swearing?"
"Umm...me?"
"Well I'm Death so shut up before you end up the one being stabbed"
≪ CALL ENDED ≫