Seven generations into the legacy and this is what we’ve become. A shell of a house and no money to speak of, a newly perished sister-in-law, and… and…
PEACHES, DID YOU KNOW YOU WERE ON FIRE?! WHY DID YOU STAND IN THE FLAMES UNTIL YOU WERE ACTUALLY BURNING OMG I HATE EVERYTHING
Peaches Honeyblossom: It’s okay, Jermajesty, you’ll be safe right here. I’m going to get some help for you.
YES, HURRY, GET IN THE SHOWER.
Wait… no. No, that is not… NO. WHAT? But… but why?!
Anna: I am so glad we actually have competent firefighters in this town. Peaches, the fire is under control now.
Anna: Peaches? The fire is…
Anna: Oh no, PEACHES.
Spec Wildhorse: Sorry I’m late, I had to finish things at wo—What happened here?
Firefighter: Sad faces.
Spec Wildhorse: It smells like… like my wife in here. Only with an overpowering aroma of smoldering ash…
Spec Wildhorse: Noooo, Astrid. The only woman who I could get to marry me :(
Astrid: It’s okay, Spec. It just wasn’t meant to be.
DID SOMEONE SAY DEATH? WHUSSUP.
Astrid: Hey, Mr. Reaper. You know, I didn’t even get to go on my honeymoon. You owe me a night of passion.
CONSIDER IT DONE, SPICY LADY.
WHO’S NEXT? I WAS TOLD I’D BE GETTING TWO HOTTIES TONIGHT.
WAIT, THERE IS A BABY ON THE FLOOR RIGHT THERE. THAT IS UNSANITARY.
Peaches Honeyblossom: You’re here for me, Grim. But I don’t want to go.
I’M NOT IN THE BUSINESS OF CARING WHAT PEOPLE WANT, DOLLFACE.
Peaches Honeyblossom: But what about my BABY? He’s going to grow up an orphan!
Peaches Honeyblossom: Please, Mr. Reaper. Please, I beg you. Let me live so that I may give my son the life he deserves. I’ll do anything!
ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY LET YOU LIVE, PEACHES HONEYBLOSSOM. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO.
Peaches Honeyblossom: *sobs*
GOOD LUCK, JERMAJESTY CREEPER.