That's how the conversation in the airport begins, see...
"'Scuse me, mate, but- who're you, and how'd you get past security with that pigsticker of yours?" *blink* *blink* "Ya don' recognise me?" "Well, I know what you look like, but-" "I'm da Grim Reaper, mon. NOBODY makes da Grim Reaper give up his scythe." *muttering* "Pesky TSA inspectors. . ." *stares for a while* "What happened to the Goth girl?" "Hmm?" "If you're the Grim Reaper, what happened to the girl? About so tall, black hair, white skin, bit heavy on the eyeliner-" "Oh, dat's me cousin Theda. She's-" "Grim, stop talking. Excuse me, mister, but this is my friend you're bothering." "He's not botherin' me, Mandy." "What the skeleton said. D'you travel with anthropomorphic personifications often, kid?"
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"'Scuse me, mate, but- who're you, and how'd you get past security with that pigsticker of yours?"
*blink* *blink* "Ya don' recognise me?"
"Well, I know what you look like, but-"
"I'm da Grim Reaper, mon. NOBODY makes da Grim Reaper give up his scythe." *muttering* "Pesky TSA inspectors. . ."
*stares for a while* "What happened to the Goth girl?"
"Hmm?"
"If you're the Grim Reaper, what happened to the girl? About so tall, black hair, white skin, bit heavy on the eyeliner-"
"Oh, dat's me cousin Theda. She's-"
"Grim, stop talking. Excuse me, mister, but this is my friend you're bothering."
"He's not botherin' me, Mandy."
"What the skeleton said. D'you travel with anthropomorphic personifications often, kid?"