Darn it, it's 5:50, death takes a shower. 5:55, he has 5 minutes. Death wears, A suit. Pants. Grey bowtie. His belt. His shoes. And. He spray. His cologne. He brush his tail, and his head, and brushed his sharp teeth, his mouth wash is mint, so he spit it out, his red eyes are glowing, it was now 6 o'clock. He got his phone. He drove to the prom