Yes, see, I am eating breakfast. Lovely.
A̷̐̆n̴̏̑d̷͑͝ ̵̍͗d̸̀͋i̵̔̂d̴̔̒ ̴you brush ͊̽y̸̍̑ő̷ur teẹt̸͐͊ḧ̸͆,̵̏͂ ̴̒̿my lady?
I did. See?
F̸̉̀ă̷̈n̶̈́t̴͑́a̷̍̆s̸͋̊t̸̏ic. Have ä̴́ ̵͑̏g̵̋lorioű͂s̷͒̒ ̶̐̑d̸̑̋a̵y, my lad̷͌͊ẙ̷̔.̶͑͋
Oh, thank you, Omen. This is all terribly exciting. I shall see you in a few hours.
Farewell.
O-oh. Hello.
H̵́̔e̴͐͒y̴̓͝.̴͆̇ ̶͛̽N̶̏͌e̶͊w Grimteř̶̔n̶̄͝?̷̐͘
Yes. That'd be me.
C̷̎͠o̴̬̾o̶̔̚l̵̀̊.̴͐̆ ̸̛͛J̷̕ust, uhhh̸̆̐ḣ̷̹.̴̈̋.. We'l̷̄̈l̷̔̚ ̸̀͘d̴̆o a pract̎͝i̴͊͝c̷̾͝e̴͋̓ ̵͗͠R̷̓̓ë̸̳́ap today, g̷̓̌ȇ̶̓t̸̔ you ü̠p̴̀̓ ̸͛͒t̴͋͐o̵ speed.
Oh, lovely. Thank you.
N̴̾͂ơ̴̌ ̷͊̕p̶̈́͋r̸̀̈́ơ̵͘ḃ̷lem. You ̶̆̒g̸̓͝ō̴͠t this.̵͛̈́
À̷͝l̵̄̈́ŕ̴̊i̶͂͛g̵̒̚h̸̄͝t̵̅. Let's h̶̦̍ě̴̿á̴̆d out. Right. Where are we going? D̴̆̕e̵͑͂l̷̛͂ ̸͌͝S̵̈́̆ô̵̎l̴̑.
Oh no… He isn't--…? N̷͐͗ö̵̚,̶̛̐ ̴̽̉n̴̄̕ō̶͆,̶́ it's coo̵͋̂l̴̇͒.̸̛̉ Hadvar̴̆̍'̸̀͘s̷̈́͊ ̸̈letting m̆̃ȇ̵̌ ̴̛͂u̸̒̑s̵̆͊e̶͐́ ̶͗͛the house f̶͒̂ỏ̷̽ŕ̸ pracẗ́̈́i̴͒͂c̶͋͊è̴̏ ̷runs. Oh. Are you… Friends? Y̵͆̅ẽ̷̐ǎ̵͌h̸̛̿.̶͋̚ ̶̇͂Ṕ̷retty nic̶͋́e̸̻̓ ̵̅̈́guy. Aṅ̵̕y̵͒̎w̵̿̕a̶͌ys-… Right, practice reaping. J̷͠͠ȕ̸̂ś̸̀t̵̀͘,̸̄̀ ̷̅͘û̷h, go loơ̶͗k̵̽͂ ̴̊̕for Ken̵͌̕n̸̈̓ȳ̴́.̶̑ Undead ǧ̳u̴͊̋y̸̍̾ ̸͋̄i̴͒͠ṅ̵̍ ̴̈̽the jumpsui̴͉͋t̸̄͝.̸̈
D̸̓̅ë̶́̎t̴̘͆e̴͌́r̸̂̈́m̶̛͂í̴ne a caus̴͊̏e̷̒͘ ̵̆̾of deat̸̛͠ȟ̶̐.̴̛͌
B̷́̄e̴̐͒ ̴̀͂r̵͍̚e̴͌̓ã̶̔l̵͊ly thoroú̴̈́g̴͌͋h̸̓̉. Like,̶̿̓ ̶̒̂r̸̋̈́e̷̋ally thor̾̇ŏ̶͛ư̸͇g̵̦̿ḣ̸̄.̸̞̋
Kenny?
Oh, hey.
Hey.
So-… I'm going to do a bit of reaping here.
Okay, very cool. Could you, uh, tell me what I died of?
Getting to that now. Just a moment.
Take your time.
Sweat stains… Mhmm.
Wearing sneakers… Ok.
Signs of death by exhaustion, but there isn't any heavy equipment out-…
Lipstick on the collar. Kenny, you fiend.
Aaaaa, you caught me.
Death by "exhaustion"…
Guilty.
N̴̊̄ḯ̶̊c̸̀̑e̶̕͝.̸̓͝ ̸̏̽I̷͝t only tỏ̸̅o̴͑̈́k̵͒̀ you lị̵̚k̶͛̀e̸̐͝ ̸̌three miṅ͘u̵͌̑t̸̅͊e̷͋̏s̴̑͐.̴͋͐
I did well? Really? Y̴̓̓ő̴̀ú̸͝ ̸̾̕d̷͒͘i̶͒̀d̴͒ great. Ȑ̶̚e̶̔͋a̷͂̌lly.
Omen, I must come up this INSTANT and tell you about my day. P̴͠ͅl̸̈̚ē̵͝á̴͝s̷̄͝e̴͆̿,̸́ my͠ ̷͝͠l̷̞̋a̵͆͠d̸̚͝ÿ̴́̈. Don't̵͐̇ ̷spar̄e̴̒ the g͛͆ő̷̂r̷̉̐y̷͐͘ ̵̎̈́d̵̀͝etails.