“I spent two hours trying to question reapers without sounding like I was questioning them. What do you think it says about us as a group, that every reaper I know is either irritable, egotistical, voyeuristic, or some combination of the three?""That you fit in well?”

“I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.”

“Tod's eyes widened and his irises swirled in tight twists of blue. "Well, I don't see that I have much of a choice, considering that's part of Reaper Law." "There's a Reaper Law?" "Of course. 'A reaper is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous...'" He shrugged. "It gets boring after that. But this situation is clearly covered under the 'helpful' category."I rolled my eyes. "I think that's the Boy Scout law.""They took it from us. But they left out all the good stuff.”

“Just FYI, in your case, I think it’s okay to fear the reaper.”

“He’s like the Rasputin of reapers.”

“So, 'reaper' is really just a nice word for 'covert pervert?' Is that what you're saying?”

“So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?”