““Taking Ogen’s temperature, I said, “Right on. I vote we swim it.” He whimpered. “No swim—NO SWIM!” Death commanded him in that foreign tongue, and he shut up. “Well, aren’t you a good wittle doggie, Ogen?” I said. “You know how to sit, stay, and hush even better than Lark’s wolves.” He stared, disbelieving that I’d just insulted him like that. “I am the DESECRATOR! I sit upon Lucifer’s knee!” “That makes total sense, Scooby.” With a puzzled expression, Death said, “You taunt him at your peril.” “What’s he going to do? Kill me?” Over my shoulder I told Ogen, “Get in line, dick.””
