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Death: Well, well, well, Dr. Hartman. It seems like it's your lucky day. I'm feeling generous, and I'm giving you a choice. I can either tell you how you're going to die or when you're going to die. But not both. What's it gonna be?
Hartman: Oh wow, Death. This is a tough decision. I've always been curious about how I'm gonna kick the bucket, but knowing when would give me a chance to prepare. Alright, I think I'll go with when. Tell me, Death, when am I gonna bite the dust?
Death: Well, well... you're a brave one, Hartman. Alright, brace yourself. You're gonna die on... Friday the 13th, three years from now. How's that for a little spooky coincidence?
Hartman: Friday the 13th, huh? Well, that's not so bad. At least I have some time to enjoy my life. Thanks, Death.
Death: You're welcome, Hartman. But remember, knowing the time doesn't change the fact that it's gonna happen. So don't go too crazy with the thrill-seeking, alright?
Hartman: Oh, don't worry, Death. I won't go crazy... at least not yet. I've got a patient waiting for me in the exam room. Let's just hope they're not dying too!
Death: Ha! Good one, Hartman. Have fun with your patient. And remember, I'll be seeing you on Friday the 13th, three years from now!