Marshall: The Grim reaper beckons. I feel his icy grip ’round my throat. The breath of his hounds at me heels the unrelenting rat-tat-tat of his scythe on my chamber door. And you? With your blythe request you only hasten his inevitable triumph. Is that what you desire? Is that what you desire, Lily?
Lily: I just wanted you to get us some bagels.
Marshall: Bagels! Do you have ANY idea what could happen to me WHILST getting bagels?!
The Grim reaper beckons. I feel his icy grip ’round my throat. The breath of his hounds at me heels the unrelenting...
hahaha glad you found it Hannah :)