[WP]The Grim Reaper appears before all the world's pet owners with an ultimatum. "Either I take your pet, or one random person in the world dies."

The Grim Reaper sat down on the couch and sighed. "I don't think you fully understand what I am saying. For the life of your 12-year-old cat... A human must die. A human who will live far longer than Sniffles here."

"So the lifetime of that person isn't going to transfer over to the cat?" Angela asked. She was holding a notebook in her lap, writing detailed notes. They had been here for about an hour now.

"No, the cat will get the life... but it will..." Grim trailed off. "I am not sure we should even be talking like this. What makes you so interested in this?"

"I need to know what the transferring from human to animal is." Angela pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. Her face was eager, almost child-like in the intensity.

Grim felt uneasy. He had been working this job for 34 years since he passed away at 27. He had never met someone who wanted to know how it worked. They either picked the pet or the person. It was never a Q&A like this. Not that it bothered Grim, he had been pretty lonely down in Limbotown.

"Well, this is the third time it's happened and I just need to know if I pick the cat, how long will I have her with me? How much life will be stored in her? And will killing..." Angela trailed off, looking down at her notes. "Well, like, are those years just sitting there for the taking if another reaper comes along or..."

"I am not sure I follow?" Grim asked.

"Well, last time this happened--" Angela began.

"The last time?" Grim narrowed his eyes. Despite the scary robe and scythe, he still looked every inch a human. He didn't really fit the death and sorrow lifestyle. He looked too bookish for that. "What are you talking about?"

"That girl, Molly, she came here thirteen years ago for my dog." Angela shrugged.

"You don't have a dog," Grim said.

"Well, not anymore. He sort of melted."

"How did he melt... he would have had years on him..." Grim was going through his book now, looking for Angela and this mysterous dog.

Bubbles-- Melted

"Are you scamming us!?" Grim couldn't believe it.

"No. I am just taking my share of the--"

"You extracted the years?" Grim demanded.

"Your friend ruined my revenge so yes, I did take them. It is not my fault Brandy Sanders decided she wanted to..." Angela shrugged.

"Who is Brandy?" Grim asked.

"The dog. Or she wasn't always a dog. I just turned her into one when she pissed me off."

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