Will you get out of the way? I'm trying to do my job he-- What's that? You're from the...oh, yeah. Heh...I guess I forgot. Let me introduce myself: I'm Troy Bartlett; a Grim Reaper who has better things to do than stand around doing nothing. Now, if you don't mind--
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Okay. You've made your point. Let me just say I'm not the most patient guy around. So make it quick, will you? What? Ah, yes...eying the axe, I see. This here's my personally-customized death scythe; an axe I retrieved a few years after I joined the Reaper biz. Speaking of which, let me tell you a little story, since you've been so well-behaved. When I was around seventeen or so, I had a motorcycle. I loved that thing so much...too much. I uh, loved it so much that I had a little accident and practically killed myself. Yeah, I know...I was stupid, blah blah blah. I've heard it a million times, now would you shut the hell up? Anyway, I met a reaper and learned all about reaper stuff. Are we done yet? You aren't getting my life story, you know.
Ah, yeah. My bandages...can't forget those. In the accident, I sort of injured my wrist permanently. Disabling it, actually. But don't think I won't kick your ass if I have to. I've been reaping souls for ages, and I love it. Ahaha...I can smell your fear now. You haven't been causing any trouble, have you? No matter. "Trouble" is my middle name.
So I guess now my only objective is to persuade you to get out of my sight. I know your interest in me is limitless, but I have places to go, people to reap. Not to mention that bloke William will get on my case if I don't have this soul collected by midnight tonight. No, you aren't getting the details. But you know what you can get? An axe through your head if you don't go away. I've told you too much already, so I suggest you find some other reaper to bother before I make the mistake of collecting your soul early. Now bugger off, I have work to do.