((Life is going well for you. You've just become a junior partner for the cartel. You're bringing in loads of cash, or shells, as they are called, and you've even made lots of friends. Life is going well... Almost too well. Which is why it's not that much of a surprise when the Grim Reaper shows up at your apartment. His bright blue flames for eyes bore into you as he slowly began to raise his scythe. He swings the scythe towards your neck in a wide arc, and a million flashes of images, memories, and thoughts appear before you as you prepare for your last moments. As the infamous weapon is about to make contact, however, a song begins to play from the Grim Reaper's robes. Is that... "Never Gonna Give You Up", by Rick Astley? Did he just pull out a Nokia 3310 from the year 2000? What even is happening here?))

The Grim Reaper nods several times, speaking in a hushed, hoarse voice. He continues to keep the scythe level with your neck, all while his burning blue eye sockets never leave your face as he speaks to the mystery caller on the other line. Finally, the call ends, and he stuffs the phone into his robe pocket. — Well, today's your lucky day, mortal! The boss below says I get to take the next few decades off. Name's Tim. Where do you keep your beer around here?