Try for second base
From Create Your Own Story
While the getting’s good, you reach up under Death’s shirt and cup her boob. It is cold to the touch, but not too big and not too small… perfect for a nice handful.
Her stunned look turns to rage as she tears your offending hand from her boob. “You dare defile me! For this you shall receive a punishment worse than death!”
She draws a one-handed sickle from somewhere on her person and brings it up along your belly, disemboweling you with precision.
You hear her cackle as your organs spill out in your hands and you smell your own internals stench.
Then suddenly you awake. To your fate that’s worse than death:
