THERE IS A PRIZE FOR THIS? Death was surprised - he'd not thought something so simple would merit any sort of reward. If they really wanted to, though...

I HAVE NO PREFERENCE, he told the game manager. GIVE ME WHATEVER YOU THINK IS FIT.

The stuffed bear he received came up to his waist, its fur a shade of pink so radioactive it nearly glowed. UM...THANK YOU, he finally managed, picking up the bear and turning to Chris. DID YOU WANT TO PLAY, CHRISTOPHER?