Herpy Derpness

"I'm perfectly fine!"

(Aside from being pissed off)

Gcar: "I might be able to talk to the guards to see if you can be allowed to come to the infirmary for awhile while I examine you. The infirmary isn't much, but it isn't a dungeon. There's a chance you'd have a few hours out of here, maybe more if you require actual treatment. Please? At least humor me. I only want what's best for you and your health."

Bakura shook his head. "I'm fine. It's just a bump."

Gcar: "Would you at least like some ice to bring down the swelling from the bump? I can make up an ice pack for you and you can hold it onto your head, yourself. I wouldn't even have to touch you."

"Stop trying to force me to accept your help. I've already told you...I don't want...your...help...ugh..." Bakura put a hand to his head. "Damn...why do you seem so familiar? I haven't met you until now..."

Jack:
"yes I know what I'm doing. I'm preparing a present for my boyfriend. we want to take a bloodbath together and I was making sure nobody interferes."

Grell crossed his arms. "Let me ask you a simple question. Do you know what a grim reaper is?"

Jack:
"of cause. I love grim reapers. they are sooo cool. I wish I could meet one some day. oh, I am so jealous of them. they may spend their entire life with dead people. and they can really kill people. I can only stab them but it's them who bring the soul wherever it goes. oh I wish I could kill like them. why do you ask?"

"You wish to meet one? Well you're speaking to one. And I can tell you right now...I'm not happy that you and your ...friend are making a fool of me. Forcing me to reap souls too early. We reapers have a strict code that we go by and...oh geez I'm sounding like Will..." Grell shook his head. "Anyway..."

Jack:
"you are a reaper?!" I scream like a little girl and hug Grell. "that's so cool! but wait, where is your scythe?" I see the chainsaw and gasp "you have a chainsaw? may I hold it may I hold it? I love chainsaws! pleeaase!!"

(Um...I was having him use the chainsaw...)

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"No! Of course not! This is a personalized reaper's scythe! You're just a mortal."

Jack:
I look hurt. "and I thought reapers were cool."

(He's pinned to the wall by Bassy)

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Grell shook his head. "You're a mortal. It would be impossible for you to touch it even if I could let you."

Jack:
"I hate you!"

"Why? Because I'm stating fact?"

"no. because you don't let me have a bloodbath with my boyfriend on Valentine's day."

"Interfering with a reaper's work? Killing people before it's their time to die? Do you think that's cool?"

Jack:
nearly crying "but I only wanted to give him a lovely present."

Grell sighed. "I can't convince you can I?"

"convince me of stopping to kill people? no. everyone always wants to convince me of that. but I want to kill them. it's fun. and apparently you can still harvest their souls, so why can't you just let me?"

"Like I said. We reapers have a strict code we must abide by."