"Your time has come..." Mort spoke in an ominous voice, swinging his heavy scythe and releasing the poor soul from the body that had just died in the woods. As soon as the thick bluish smoke, the spirit of the dead one, disappeared into thin air, Mort's frowning expression was replaced by his usual one, with a silly grin and shining eyes. He jerked around to his mentor, clutching the scythe in his hands, and asked in a teasing tone. "Am I threatening enough? Or should I wheeze harder?.."
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