“You seem like decent folks. I'd hate to have to kill you,” Xander said.
Rube smirked: “We are decent folks; we'd hate to die.”
George broke in: “What do you mean, die?! You can't kill us, we're already dead!”
Xander raised an eyebrow. “Well, there's dead and there's DEAD. One is where you're still walking around, working part time in an office and basically making yourself miserable, and the other is where your soul becomes a snack for my friend here.” He patted Morgif, getting a delighted moan. “Or, if that doesn't work, another kind of dead, where I chop you into tiny pieces, put each one in a box, and bury the boxes on different continents. Maybe throw your head into the ocean to watch the fish go by. Now, which kind of dead do you want to be?”
George shrank back. “Um, the kind of dead I am right now, you know, dead and loving it. Rube, I hate to eat and run, but I'm going to be late for work. Can I get my post-it?” She grabbed it and ran, barely glancing at it as she went. A scream of rage trailed behind her. “Another bridge job?! Damn it, Rube!”
Rube turned back to the table. “I'm terribly sorry for her behavior. She's our youngest, and didn't take dying very well.”
“Hey, no problem.” Xander relaxed. “I've seen it happen before- teenage girl gets chosen for something important, throws off her entire life plan, doesn't always lead to sunshine and roses. She'll get over it though. Or else she'll have a tragic doomed love affair with a living person who's totally wrong for her and doom the world."
Rube smiled. "Either way would make my life easier."
I don't own The Princess Bride, or Dracula Dead and Loving It- from which I have paraphrased/quoted- Princess Bride- and used the title- Dracula Dead and Loving it. I am truly sorry for the craziness of this short piece- this was another way I saw the talk with the Dead Like Me crew going down, and I just couldn't stop. This part does not replace the previous chapter. I am working on the next chapter as well as some of my other stories.