No. 11

Bubba made it to the scene only to see Raphinii murdered. His body paralyzed in fear. But he notices a familiar sensation. A feeling was begging him to move forward. Citrus. Bubba walks up to the large man.
Bubba: “Excuse me, sir. But may I ask, why’d you kill Raphinii?”
Tall Individual: “…”
Bubba: “Why’d--,”
Tall Individual: “Oh yes I heard you. My apologies. I’ve not been asked that question for some time. I am the Jester of death, you may call me. As you saw it is of my occupation to aid in the passage of life and I’m running short on this month’s quota, though that isn’t a concern of yours. I only came to ask her a simple question... She could have come with me, but I guess death seemed more appealing.” And with a forceful ringing of the star bells on his hat he departs with, “Farewell child! I will see you again sometime.”
*Poof* ------