Knock Knock.
Who's there?
Angel of Death.
Angel of Death who?
Angel of Death who is here to kill your first born son.
...?
Seriously. Open the door.
Okay, okay. But my son isn't here. He's on a business trip in Antioch for the annual olives pricing summit.
Well fuck me, the archangel's gonna be pissed.
You could maybe kill my daughter instead?
No, that wouldn't do - I gotta bring the heads back for proof.
She IS a bit manly.
How old is she?
38.
And she still lives at home? Not married?
Yes. No.
Sounds good. Let's do this.
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