Sometimes I play Death and end up wanting to kill myself
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This is a conversation between Apple Dealer and yourself, Death.
Death: it is time.
Apple Dealer: Hells! Would you like to buy some apples'?
Death: Please, step ante my boat. My very nice boat.
Apple Dealer: Oh, a boat ride can go great with some apples!
Death: We' re dead, mate.
Death: You dent have any apples as sell.
Apple Dealer: Oh, but
Apple Dealer: Wait, where' s my bag?
Apple Dealer: Those were hand picked from an orchard, I' ll have you knew! I mean, they' re ant}; 2 cents each
Death: 'points to the apple dealer' s corpse, apples strewn in front of him, his bag to the side of him?
Apple Dealer: "gem" That' s mel
Apple Dealer: But I' m me
Apple Dealer: an crap I am dead