There was an uncomfortable number of necromanantic death entities in the room at this point, not to mention he could feel the eyes of a big mother hubber on them now that probably had perhaps the biggest skeleton of all.

He tilted his eyes upward and could see the swirling death energy. A ghost eye, like his, staring down at them. It was a gaze that was oddly familliar.

The realization hit him like a millstone. "Hey, is that him right now? Hold on, hold on a minute, can I just..." He said walking close to the scythe girl and leaned down, tilting his head to the side to try and listen at her ear as though she were some kind of information transmitting device that hadn't been invented yet. "Hey fuckface, is that you? It just hit me right now, I think me and my uncle killed one of your fingers."