"Finders reapers!" said Death the Horseman

"Finders reapers!" said Death the Horseman as he impaled another human. War the Horseman commented, "Tee-hee, you naughty thing. But do leave some reap-ees for us Three, will you?"

Pestilence came trotting up. "Oh, look who's here. Always late for the party, aren't we?" Death said with a permanent grin. "Bangladesh was murder. So what's the score?"

"I successfully killed over one hundred million people in the 1300s," Pestilence replied. "I've decided to name the disease the Black Death in your honor. What are friends for?"

A man approached from behind and gave the abstract being a grim smile. "My name is

Wassily Kandansky. I really like your lines. Would you standing by that window there & posing?" The abstract being complied. Kandandsky turned up Led Zepplin while he worked.

The abstract being, however, would not be still, and Kandandsky howled in frustration, throwing paint thinner at the being. "I cannot work with you jumping around like a rabid

critter, so stay still whilst I proceed to paint you, or I'll turpentine your tookus!" Kandinsky's face was now a deep shade of red. The twisty thing shrank upon hearing this.

This shrinking inspired Pollock to embark on a little known period of his career in which he would dip small earthworms in paint, swallow them whole, and then apply them to canvas

. The annoyed earthworms, scrabbling around trying to call their lawyers, left tracks of paint imbued with hyper meaning. Jackson Pollock cracked open the champagne & let them get