dethness

Three people are in a plane, excluding the pilot, a Mexican, an American, and an Italian. The pilot says, “We’re going down. We need to get rid of some stuff.” So the Italian throws out sausages and says, “We have enough of these in my country.” The pilot says, “We are still going dowm.” The Mexican throws out some tamales, and says, “We have enough of these in my country.” The pilot says, “We are still going down.” The American throws out the Mexican and says, “We have enough of these in my country.”

I am Ded, Kil, and Dides’ brother. There is no Death. There is only Dethness. I am Egyptiptian. My name is also the Egyptian god of evil and destruction. Ghosts are not a myth. They are my minions. They are the spirits of everybody I have killed. I invented poison. You are going to die eventually.