"Sorry, but it's policy," said Death. "Besides, you're my daughter. I know you're a Reaper, but I still want you to have backup. In this case, Rex."
"What?" Rex asked. "Surely, you're joking!"
Death slammed a Reaper Chop into Rex's head. "Firstly, I'm not. Secondly, don't call me Shirley."
"It's more effective if you warn first..."