Hutch: [shudders] Okay, can we just stop talking about death?
Axl: Hey, you're the one who started talking about getting whacked to death by the Grim Reaper.
Kenny: The Grim Reaper doesn't kill you.
Axl: Ho-ly crap.
Kenny: The reaper is a hooded skeleton with no discernible facial features. He doesn't kill people. He comes to collect their souls, which he pops with his scythe before he escorts them to death. Also, when I put my name on something in the fridge, that means it's mine.
Hutch: What do you mean "he escorts people"? Is, like, the Grim Reaper an Uber driver for death?
Kenny: Guess the only question is, whose soul is he here to collect?
Hutch: Well, I would say it's Axl's since he lives here.
Axl: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, I do not live here. I live at college. Plus, you guys live here just as much as I do. [thunder crashes]
Hutch: Unless we don't. [all scream]