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We should make some caramelcorn one of these days.

We should grow some corn. For popping. Then feeding the stalks to the pigs.

We should, perhaps we'll run across some we can use for planting.

Lovely.

Until then I don't think the winged pigs will mind bits of fruit and other vegetables.

Undertaker?

Yes?

What are you?

[Undertaker smiles for a moment, chuckling to himself. Well, why not? Break has certainly earned any information he wants at all from him by now.]

You could say I'm something related to the shinigami who run around here with those swords of theirs, only perhaps not quite. [Picking up the PCD, tapping a nail near one of his eyes.] You can tell what we are by our eyes, and that we tend to wear glasses.

A God of Death, Reaper of Souls. In my world we come to personally collect the souls of those about to die, view their entire life to pass judgement upon where they go. We do so to keep any hungry demons, such as that butler I live with, from snatching them up for a meal. There's also investigation if, at the end of the work day, not all souls are accounted for or too many deaths have occured than scheduled for the day. [It sounds a tad boring. So uniform, but explination is needed. Not all worlds work alike after all.]

I don't work as one anymore. I can no longer read the books that tell how and when someone will die, I can only view their cinimatic records.

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I knew you were something special.

Perhaps more old than special~

Why are you putting up with a human like me?

There's something I like about you, Break, and I can't quite place my finger on it.

You're too sweet.

Tomorrow, then?

[Another chuckle.]

Tomorrow.

I'll bring a thermos.

I'll bring gingersnaps-- and scissors.

[Gotta clip the flight feathers, after all.]

[He's offline for now, but is there the next day, punctual as can be.]

[He's lent back against a wall with his bag tied somewhat to the handle of his shovel, offering a wave to him.]

[Break has a rucksack with a picnic in it. He waves back!]

Where do we start?

Near abouts the wall. They tend to roam inside as well as outside of it.

[Standing from th wall as the shovel is propped over a shoulder, that bag hooked over the same easily enough by it's thick string.]

They can be almost anywhere.

We should make pig traps!

To leave them in some places as we walk on, check on them when we walk back. Very good idea!

[Floppy sleeve wave as he walks on.]

We could also flush a few out just to get them moving around.

We need- a bucket.

A bucket?

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