The Angel Of Death

Angel Of Death:

I am the dark and gloomy Angel of Death!
Does that make you quiver in your boots?
Well, it should, because you've just breathed you last breath!
No arguments! I don't settle disputes!

Byron Templeton III:

Excuse me? Are you trying to ruin my dinner?
Where's your black robe, red eyes, and bony fingers?
And please, you're fat, shouldn't you be much thinner?
Although, I must say, your stench really lingers.

Angel Of Death:

Was that an insult?! Do you know who I am?!
I'm the bloody Angel of Death you twit!!

Byron Templeton III:

You look like a wanker putting on a sham!
I'll not be taken in by your little skit!

Angel Of Death:

Skit?! Very well, you want a demonstration?
I will transform myself before your eyes!

Byron Templeton III:

I'm sorry, I'm not impressed by transformation.
Turning yourself into a dog is no surprise.

Angel Of Death:

A dog?!! I did not turn myself into a dog!!!
Don't you recognize a wolf when you see one?!!

Byron Templeton III:

Wolf, dog, the difference between a pig and a hog.
Run along Rover, your charade is done.

Mrs. Templeton:

Pardon the intrusion, but what is going on?
I am trying to watch my evening program!

Byron Templeton III:

Sorry dear. But I don't think he's selling Avon.

Angel Of Death:

That is correct, neither am I selling a scam!

Mrs. Templeton:

Excuse me Byron dear, but did that dog just speak?
I really must try to drink less sherry.

Angel Of Death:

Bloody hell! I am a wolf, not a dog, you geek!
In fact, I'm the Angel of Death, so be wary!

Mrs. Templeton:

Oh dear, Byron I'll run and call animal control!
Wow, a talking dog with delusions of grandeur.

Angel Of Death:

For the last time! I'm here for your husband's soul!
I'm the Angel Of Death, not some canine voyeur!

Mrs. Templeton:

OH! Why didn't you say so? Would you like some tea?
Perhaps a dog biscuit? They're gourmet, you know.

Angel Of Death:

Enough!! The Angel of bloody Death, that's me!
I must collect your husband's soul, then I will go!

Mrs. Templeton:

How rude! Don't they teach you Angels manners these days?

Byron Templeton III:

Precisely my thought. You'd think he'd have more style.

Angel Of Death:

You bloody English knobs and your pompous ways!
You're dead now, so shut up! That will make me smile.

Byron Templeton III:

Well, your sense of humor is certainly dark.
Do you like stealing candy from babies as well?
In the movie JAWS, were you rooting for the shark?
And please, can't you do something about that smell?!

Mrs. Templeton:

Perhaps his behavior should be reported!
I believe his trainer should be informed.

Angel Of Death:

Trainer?! Back to the dog?! Your minds are distorted!!
I quit!! This is not how this job should be performed!!!

Mrs. Templeton:

Well, that went well. That was the third one this week.
Now, back to your chores since you've caught your breath.

Byron Templeton III:

Oh yes, my chores. I must fix that toilet leak.
Next time I'll take my chances with the Angel of Death!

The End.