Fake Death stared at me, his jaw hanging open in a comical display of shock.
"What on earth do you mean, 'Where can I meet your boss'?" He spluttered incredulously. "Are you out of your mind?"
I crossed my arms, frowning deeply, until the skin between my eyebrows creased.
"I'm serious," I said with a tone indicating that I was. "Where can I find them?"
"You can't just ask that!"
I raised an eyebrow, challenging his reaction. "And why not?"
"You might as well be asking me if God was real!" Fake Death pointed this out.
"I don't care about the existence of God or whatever deity created this world!" I shouted, increasingly getting exasperated with him. "I just have a feeling that Death—my Death," I added in case Fake Death started to assume things. "Is probably where that being is!"
"Why'd you think so? He could be anywhere else!"
