Gregg The Grim Reaper let out a yawn as he stretched his arms, the tiny Grim Reaper reading the newspaper as he noticed Conker was back in the underworld. He sighed as he lowered his newspaper.

"All right, what did you in this time?" Gregg asked as he was not in the mood for torturing dead souls.

Conker sighed as he folded his arms, walking up to Gregg. "I committed suicide while I was in jail, because I got arrested for stealing a bottle of alcohol..."

"...Are you friggin' serious?" Gregg remarked as he was disgusted, shaking his head as he moved his skeletal right hand around, trying to shoo Conker away. "I have no time for something that distasteful! Get out of my sight!"

Conker sighed in defeat as he nodded his head, heading into the dark shadows of the underworld as Gregg continued reading his newspaper.

"I have no idea why this author would bother to update this story..." Gregg muttered to himself as he flipped through the pages, sighing. "...But I am not going to do this whole stupid song and damn dance with him again. Not this time."