the god of death is not please

Deat inquires the occupation of an unknown receipant.

this guy wants to know what my occupation is. i'm too intimidated to tell him i'm an unemployed high school drop out.

Stickman, looking grumpy, saying: "Get a job."

get a job, card kicker.

My mother, screaming at me for kicking the remainder of my sister's one-eyed skull.

Crazy woman steal's an eye from a skull

zombie steels eyeball for himself

a green zombie with pointy teeth, large eyes, blood dripping from it's mouth and a yellow golfers hat.