"Errm Death mate,
wanted to ask about your horse.
Why did you go with green?
It doesn’t really fit
your colour scheme"
"It's not green, it's pale!"
Death exhaled.
"It's a pale green"
War knew he was pushing
the right buttons
to cause a scene.
Death sighed,
"Well, I couldn't go with black, could I?
Would have looked a bit goth
with my hoodie being all black cloth,
so, I asked for a lighter
colour to contrast"
He murmured looking downcast.
"So basically, they gave you green
and you didn't want to say anything"
"That's about the long and short of it"
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