And so it passed, in the Age of Insanity, that one day Death, She who is Feared to be Named, Mistress of the Underworld, was really bored.
Verily, whilst lounging in her chambers, trying to decide between another round of 'Find the Sven' and 'Who's got the loincloth?' Death suddenly stumbled upon a notion that might be more diverting than all the chocolate dipped bishies in the world.
So she made a phone call.
Death: WAR? I NEED TO SPEAK WITH THE JENNIES.
War: One sec
Death: I WOULD LIKE TO ASK A FAVOR, OH WIELDER OF THE FATE OF KIWIS.
Jennies: What's in it for me?
Death: A YEAR'S SUPPLY OF LEMON TWIST PEPSI AND THE LATEST EDITION OF BISHIES ON THE BEACH. THE VOLUME WHERE THE THEME IS 'LESS IS MORE' FOR BEACH WEAR.
Jennies: Woot! It's amazing what they can do with dental floss and spaghetti these days.
Death: ARE WE IN AGREEMENT?
Jennies: Sure, go nuts. What are you panning on doing, by the way?
Death: I HAD A NOTION. THERE WAS A LITTLE VOICE IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD WHICH POSED THE QUESTION:
What if we crossed Bob Kiwi & Comp. with Anime?
The result is as follows. May the gods have mercy on their souls