the marooning ••

Say, is this another one of those weird alternate hell dimensions where everything isn't real and it's all about figuring that out? 'Cause I am full up on braining anything after the first one I handled today. And space ships. And space even.

So any time the big ugly demony thing wants to try and make a meal out of me, I'm happy to oblige. You know, after you give me my shiny red scythe back.

I refuse to take part in this again. I was promised no more.

Look, I need to speak with a doctor or someone in charge, yeah? I shouldn't be here. I didn't hurt anyone.