*Classical music is playing, and on the floor, littered with chocolate wrappers, lies a half-dead demon. With a trembling paw, he reaches for the last chocolate bar, but vicious death, having first stepped on his limb, takes away his treasure!*
-pochifiriaem? *she asks with a nasty grin*
*returns to reality*
-yes, dude, you're right, death is evil! Let's hate it, maybe it will choke.
If death chokes, then who will come for death?