The Reaper's sons
How a being that has lived for more than hundreds of years can still be so stupid is beyond me.
Judging by the scowl on his face, he didn't get it. The poor guy jumps up, kicks the chair and grabs onto his hair. "Of all the possibilities, he had to break every law and choose a stupid one," he hisses, pacing around like a lost puppy.
"Hey, who are you calling stupid, you old fart?" I shout at him.
Stupid? Ha, I guess he can read my mind because he's the stupid one. Honestly, at this point, I'd rather die an agonising death than continue talking to Mr Peanut Brain.