When comprehending with the other side of the brain, it takes much more mental force than any human can contribute, which is why I have decided not to listen to my boss whenever she says to use my brain to a full extent. If I'm only going to be using my strength to defeat the enemy, then my mind has nothing to do with it. It's like telling a student to teach the class something he himself or she herself does not know. If I'm only going to kill the other person, it does not take brains to take the scythe and slice it through the person that is meant to die. I mean, come on. Death picked me to send these people to Heaven and Hell, for God's sake. That is total proof that she does not use her brain, so I don't have to, either.

My mission today is to use my full mind. That's what Death told me. How do I use my full mind when humans can only use a small percentage of the brain without dying? Trust me, it's not something I'd do on a regular basis, but she wants me to do this everyday. It's totally insane.

Anyway, I have to go to New York for my mission. What's the problem with this…? I have five hours to get there, and I live in Washington. Not Washington, D.C., you hicks. I mean the actual state. I moved to Washington about several weeks ago from Virginia, which some people find it ironic that I hate the Southern people since I lived there for eighteen years of my life. Country music is even worse, but I can't go into detail. I have to get to New York.

Death had given me a glass egg last Christmas to step into in case if I don't have time to either take the jet, plane, or vehicle (which would be the car, for those who are either dumb or just really stupid). It's kind of like that egg that's from the Kingdom Hearts 2 game for the Playstation 2. Where do you think the Japanese got the idea for the egg? The thing that's wrong with the egg is that the invisibility button is broken, so I have to ride in it during brood daylight. It's only 11:30 AM, so that's a bit of a problem. Still, I can get there faster than if I took a jet (without purchasing the tickets and stuff).

My egg is ready to launch me over to whoever is going to die, just so I can see them in the gory mess that only grim reapers and Death can see. The humans just see the person die. What we're killing is the heart and soul so the humans think that they're dead, but the reality that no one knows is that the humans are still alive. They just rot disgustingly without the nutrients they receive through eating. Death has told us grim reapers about everything, given that we have the gift of eternal life now.

Only four hours, fifty-six minutes and twenty-three seconds until I have to kill my next body. The egg goes super fast, so I'm already there to enjoy my time in New York City before I have to fulfill my mission.

After Death had told us all about the disgusting truths of humans, I was glad she had taken me to become another grim reaper. Just pleased.

"Oh my gosh!" I yell at the top of my lungs as I fly through the air. All the humans can see the egg and they can see me. It'll be four hours, fourteen minutes, and thirty-one seconds before I actually get to my destination. In the meantime, I have to hide my face from view, dodge the planes, and connect my egg into an autopilot.

My hands start to type on the keyboard that hologram in front of me. Now, the egg is in autopilot. It's not an easy task to get this damned egg to start the autopilot, since it is the most advanced traveling device in any dimension (making the hours, minutes, and seconds exact and able to let me choose the distance and time it takes to get somewhere). Now it's three hours, fifty-nine minutes, and forty-four seconds until get to the place to kill him or her.

The birds keep squawking, so someone's bound to look up and see my transportation for several seconds. Then, they're going to call the police, who will call the state police, who will inform the President, who will send in the Air Force to take my egg down. I'll be able to prevent that, though, since, like I've said before, this egg is the best you'll ever hear of, not that you will anytime soon, anyway. The main thing that's wrong with this egg, besides the invisibility, is its lack of food providation (my made up word). I get hungry easily, but I have to starve until I get the job done so I'm not late sending up the soul.

My stomach's growling.