uhh, you mind throwing some air-freshener in here b4 you go please
Here, I can throw in some banter.
If my life were a snarky webcomic:
"Friend: Death called; he wants his smell back.
Me:: Why did he call you?
Friend: he is scared of you ever since you became immortal.
Me: I saw him on the road earlier; he could have at least shouted as he was running away from me.
Friend: Well, he tried that before, but ever since re-feeding syndrome came over to your house for dinner, death was terrified because he didn't know that was your house that re-feeding syndrome was visiting.
Me: serves him right. Now what I could do is have my infection answer the door, that way if death touches it...
Friend: Then the infection dies! Brilliant! But he might be unwilling since he got badly hurt last time.
Me: he asked before when would be a safer time, but I told death that ever since becoming immortal and getting perpetuallly younger, it will never be my time.
Friend: Good one!
Me: But the point is that he and I got into a wrestling match, twice, and I won.
Friend: Yeah, last time you and death got a grip on one another, you did cripple death's spine.
Me: Does that explain the nightlight?
Friend: Nightlight?
Me: You know, the Hope at night where nothing can get you down?
Friend: Oh _that_ night light! Yeah, I was trying to figure out where that came from. So _you_ convinced death to not come around as much to your part of town?
Me: More like I twisted his back into "convincing" him.
Friend: you made death an "offer he couldn't refuse."
Me: Yep! And now at least three others got out of the infection alive when they said they wouldn't make it.
Friend: And one surgery.
Me: That too.
Friend: So what's the next step?
Me: Sleep! I defeated and crippled death, but a man has to sleep when sick for a little bit. When I get up, I plan to get some breakfast.
Friend: Breakfast at night again?
Me: Hey, my business friend eats dinner at two o'clock AM at the office for the previous day, remember?
Friend: I'd like it if you all ate a bit more, but I have no doubt you will once you get a bit of sleep. Not exactly ready to eat when sick, right?
Me: Ah, don't worry about it; I've got this.
Friend: I'm sure you do. Go get some rest while death gets his panic attack.
Me: Sounds good to me. Or should I say: That's sick?
Friend: Those puns."
This was _not_ AI generated. This was in my head at the spur of the moment.
They are originals.
Smelling like death when sick is no excuse for dead innovation and dead humor.