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No time to waste on pleasantries...
because Death's got a bead on me.
Death ain't what you'd think it would
and what you see is what you see.

The mouse had no truck with killing. He was a mouse
and mice don't expect to live from one moment to the
next anyway. What difference would it matter to him
if he was either a victim or the witness to someone's
demise. His time was always up.

The grim reaper, however, was just a subordinate reaper
and still had her flesh. She had to worry because she
couldn't be sure about the mouse. The mouse's ease made
her nervous. The grim reaper was alive and that would
play to her disadvantage. What was inevitable was still
not a promise that she wanted to hurry.

So, she drank and the mouse quietly watched. There was
nothing to think about but the thoughts from moments ago.
Rewind for the blind is still blind.