Whoah, looky who!

Friendster was so quiet...it had to be up to something.

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MORTICIAN:
Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!

[clang] Bring out your dead!
[clang] Bring out your dead!
[clang] Bring out your dead!
[clang] Bring out your dead!

CUSTOMER:
Here's one -- nine pence.

DEAD PERSON:
I'm not dead!

MORTICIAN:
What?

CUSTOMER:
Nothing -- here's your nine pence.

DEAD PERSON:
I'm not dead!

MORTICIAN:
Here -- he says he's not dead!

CUSTOMER:
Yes, he is.

DEAD PERSON:
I'm not!

MORTICIAN:
He isn't.

CUSTOMER:
Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.

DEAD PERSON:
I'm getting better!

CUSTOMER:
No, you're not -- you'll be stone dead in a moment.

MORTICIAN:
Oh, I can't take him like that -- it's against regulations.

DEAD PERSON:
I don't want to go on the cart!

CUSTOMER:
Oh, don't be such a baby.

MORTICIAN:
I can't take him...

DEAD PERSON:
I feel fine!

CUSTOMER:
Oh, do us a favor...

MORTICIAN:
I can't.

CUSTOMER:
Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He
won't be long.

MORTICIAN:
Naaah, I got to go on to Robinson's -- they've lost nine today.

CUSTOMER:
Well, when is your next round?

MORTICIAN:
Thursday.

DEAD PERSON:
I think I'll go for a walk.

CUSTOMER:
You're not fooling anyone y'know. Look, isn't there something you can do?

DEAD PERSON:
I feel happy... I feel happy.

[whop]

CUSTOMER:
Ah, thanks very much.

MORTICIAN:
Not at all. See you on Thursday.

CUSTOMER:
Right.