Chidi: Is there any way that you can die?
Michael: Yeah, actually there is. It's called retirement. It's rare, but when one of us really screws something up... [clicks teeth]
Chidi: And what happens exactly?
Michael: Well, it's fairly straightforward. My essence would be scooped out of my body with a flaming ladle, and every molecule of my body would be placed on the surface of a different sun.
Eleanor: Sure.
Chidi: So is that what would happen if your boss found out that you defected to our side?
Michael: Yeah.
Chidi: Okay, so that might actually happen, and if it did there would be no more... Michael. Think about that for a second. Imagine being retired. Everyone else is here. But you? Poof. Gone. Nothingness. Inky black void. Done.
Michael: Okay. I'll think about that.
Michael: Huh. So... you're saying that I would be... No... Me? [exclaiming]
Chidi: Okay! Now we're getting somewhere.