Challenge - Part 1 Professional Arse Hole

Who : Phil
Where : Between Realties
When: After his last death
Picture the scene.. a desert like room, Death...and a pant soiled Phil
"Ok Phillip FeBuggure...your first challenge...deal with your crew..starting
with....ok who the flying buggery is THAT!"
"EE!" gestured the vertically challenged one
"e's not deead...he cant be here!" said Death, a look of Panic on his face with
a capital P.
"He's my clone..he CAN be here...i think.."
"Yes your CLONE..from THIS uni...oh for crying out loud he smells worse then
you...ok..he can stay...but if he tries
anything then i'll feed him to Cthuthul over there ok?"
"e"
"Right...Challenge one...Lets see how you deal wth...SEYMOUR NIPLLES!"
MP giggled as Death mispronouced Seymour's name as sounding like part of the
body.
An image of Seymour appearaed in fron of Phil, looking surprised
"Is this real? like if i do anything to this image here will the 'real' Seymour
feel it?"
"Very possible..depends on what you do and the subject...i honestly don't know."
This was the point that Phil then punched seymour clean on the jaw breaking it.
"Ok not the response i was expecting...dont like him?"
"He's ok..just been wanting to do that for a while...besides from his point of
view his jaw may suddenly start hurting for no reason."
"Wow you really are an arsehole arnt you?"
Mp tugged on Death's robe and handed him a card.
It simply read
[Phillip FeBuggue, Professional Arse-Hole]
[Midget avaialble for stand in, secuirty work and Porno-work] <----this was
crayoned in
The gibbering body of Seymour faded out.
A rather disheleved version of Jay appeared.
"Feck me this is good stuff lookes like i can see Phil, MP and Death...and
possibly Odin in the background...damm tish is good!" then fell off the spectral
chair he was on
PHil helped him up as jay was muttering something about pancakes.
"Jay...whats happened...you.."
The spectral Jay then turned on Phil..."You did thish..it's your fault...dieing
again...daying....nackers...I blame you...i lost 20$£ on betting you would last
till end of year...."
"Sorry!"
"Hey no problem...fancy a kebab?" then faded from sight
"One more to go" said Death "i'm sorry about this...i dont make the rules...."
A large blender appeared in front of Phil.
There was a weird sound from MP as he regonised what it was and started crying.
Phil simply stared at it. The red content of the blender swirled around.
Something glittered in it. A ring. Tara's ring.
Without saying a word Phil, knelt down in front of the blender.
".....Tara........"
(TBC)
OOC : Yeah this a bit of a downer, but trust me things are getting good with the
plan i have heheh