Emily: This is a nonsensical story.
Death: Don't blame it on me; I came to file a perfectly reasonable complaint.
Gaia: And what became of it?
Death: It grew.
Tim: Next thing I knew, everyone was in my bar.
Death: We somehow came to discuss life, death, music, language, logic... all while enjoying several Bloody Marias.
Jonas: Shouldn't we warn people about this story?
Death: Certainly not. Let them discover the arguments for themselves.
pq: But they should still be sure to mind their p's and q's,
i: And dot their i's.
Jim: Squeak.