The end is nigh, making Death a very busy man. And that's too bad because he's kind of stupid. Luckily, he's got Cheron, a deadpan heroine who just so happens to be immortal. Watch as they reap souls, fall in love, and destroy the universe. Then wat...
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Juby and Juno enter the suite to see stacks of paperwork taller than most people. Cheron and Oto drape over the loveseat, dangling upside down, scrawling on reports that smother the floor. Oto writes with a pen in each hand and one in his mouth.
"I'm still in the lead, Oto," Cheron says. "Why are you still doing that?"
"Ith juf guhd technique." He notices the lieutenants at the door. "Oh! Hey guyfth."
Cheron flips backward and sticks the landing, but is left so dizzy that she rolls the rest of the way to the door. "Come on in." Her baggy eye twitches.
Juby steps over her. Juno offers Cheron a hand, but quickly realizes that she's much more comfortable on the ground.
"Don't worry, Cherry." Oto also backflips, but his legs are too long and they bang on the coffee table. "I got cha." He too loves the ground.
Juno lowers onto the loveseat, consciously consuming as little space as possible. "Are you guys okay?"
"She's tired." Oto raises his head. "I'm Oto."
"Will you single-celled organisms just tell us what you want already?" Juby leans over the loveseat, using Juno's head as a headrest. "I feel damned eternally just looking at you two."
The reapers rise, straighten their ties, and tighten their ponytails. Cheron continues filling reports over the loveseat, right-side up this time.
"After a month of preparations, mostly ensuring that we don't meet any new guests during the press conference, if you know what I mean," Oto chuckles, "we're finally ready to speak to the universe's most influential politicians and intergalactic networks. We couldn't have, if not for you, Juby. Thank you."
Juby blushes. "Haha, shush."
"But now I finally need your help with, hopefully, a much simpler task." He leans to her. "Please, help me be a better public speaker. A lot of people seem to like you."
She fans her face. "Aw! Come on, shut up."
"And I can't even begin to fathom why."
"Shut up."
Oto grins and stands straight again. "So! Will you help me?"
"On second thought? Nah. You're a no-good, dirty corpse-wrangler."
Cheron whips around. "We wouldn't be doing any of this garbage if not for you, Juby, so for once in your petty, pompous, coprophagous existence, do something meaningful, maybe then, people would know you for you, and not all the people you pretend to be."
"Woah there, bite-sized biter." Oto picks up his partner and sets her on a paper tower. "We want her to give us a hand, not a fist."
Juby snickers. "Wow, Death. I didn't know you owned two dogs."
