Enter the Illusionist...
Exit the infamous Mortician!
Mortician: Heh ! blasphemy !
Illusionist: lol...dont worry
Mortician: but, am not worried baby
Illusionist: When the Illusionist dies it would have to take the favor of the mortician
Mortician : Duh! how can she even dare to do that! She shall be cursed and thrown out of her business in no time !
Illusionist: Well, that was our first deal!
Mortician :(laughs) Told ya even then, you can't afford me. Glad you remember at least one among the thousands of worthless DEALS
Illusionist: Hmm.. (sigh)
Mortician: ...pretty much dead air in between, let the silence speak 'cuz it speaks a million words unlike people like you and me.
Illusionist: True (smiles)
Mortician: Shessshhhh....it turned a mortician into a worthless poet! tsk tsk ... Look what you have done to me now :|
Illusionist: aschorjo toh ! (strange) If a corpse can be a magician, then why cant a mortician be a poet?
Mortician: Correction love, its NOT a corpse anymore, its a dazzling Illusionist !! The one and ONLY one ... am just a mere mortician ...who chops the dead bodies and smell these dirty rotten flesh !!