The air in the cantina grew cold as the cloaked figure entered, his red eyes glinting in the dim light. He was known only as Death, and his presence was a promise of an end. He sat across from a furry creature with a wide, gaping mouth—ALF, the Melmacian who had long outstayed his welcome on Earth. "I've come for you, ALF," Death's voice was a low, chilling whisper.