~ Mean while in a certain reaper's mansion~
Crystal: *faceplanting the bed with her little ass in the air wearing nothing but a t-shirt and her underwear underneath* (A/N: is that how you spell it?)
Jr.: *Comes inside the room just to see Crystal's ass* (dafuq...Oh I got an idea...) *grabs a pillow and throws it to Crystal's butt* bull's eye...
Crystal: wha---ahhh!!! *tumbles out off the bed and faceplants the floor* uggghhh!!!!! *stands up and pouts like a kid* hey! what was that for?!?!
Jr.: why in the world were you not wearing any pants or shorts or something? *crosses arms*
Crystal: why would you care? *crosses arms copying Jr.*
Jr.: What if another boy came in here?
Crystal: so...you have another boy in your house?!? where?!?
Jr.: No I mean the guards...wait never mind I have high guards...*sits on the bed*
Crystal: you have high guards? are they on drugs?
Jr.: No I mean they're high professionals...
Crystal: you hire professional guards that are high on drugs to guard your mansion?
Jr.: No...*mutters something with the word drunk*
Crystal: *hears drunk* so you hire hyperactive drunk bastards?
Jr.: No they're not bastards..
Crystal: so they're hyperactive drunk assholes?
Jr.: *twitches* you know what?....just forget about it...
