"Oh man...now we got the cops chasing us. Why did you have to shoot at that guy?" Morty asked Jesse as they fled

"Guy was a prick. That kind of attitude doesn't serve you where I am from, if you don't got a death wish." Jesse said, shooting two cops perfectly in the head with another clip of ammo he had stashed.

"What the hell! Stop shooting. These people have lives. A-and families." Morty yelled desperately

But both stopped in their tracks as some kind of being slowly rose from the ground. A dark, hooded, [i]undead[/i] being wielding a scythe. On top of all of this, it's dimensions didn't fit reality. It looked like some cartoon character.

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls." Grim said as he spotted Jesse...which was a mistake. Jesse had never witnessed something as surreal as a moving drawing, but the phrase Grim uttered clued Jesse in.

"Hello reaper. You look different. Uglier. Your mom cut you're hair again?" Jesse said sarcastically with clear irritation.

"You know the grim reaper?" Morty asked Jesse, horrified.

"Hey! Plenty of ladies like a bald guy." Grim said defensively "Now lets see the job details." Grim put on spectacles and read a sheet of paper he took from his robe "Make his life a living hell, and make sure he doesn't die. Not sure if we should be saying 'hell' in a children's cartoon." Grim figured. But this was no children's cartoon....