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Death: Hey, guys. I have something to confess. I committed the 9/11 attack.
Peter: What the fuck, Death? Are you serious?!
Quagmire: Holy shit, that's fucked up, Death.
Cleveland: Man, I can't believe this shit. You've got some explaining to do.
Joe: Death, you sick son of a bitch. I thought you were cool, man.
Brian: What the hell, Death? You killed thousands of people! That's fucked up, even for you.
Death: Relax, guys. I was just pranking. It was all fake, like a big joke.
Quagmire: Are you fucking serious right now? That's not something you joke about, Death.
Peter: I can't believe this shit. You had me freaking out, you asshole.
Cleveland: Damn, Death. That's not cool, man. You really got us good, though.
Joe: I still can't believe you would pull a prank like that. Not cool, Death.
Brian: Yeah, Death. Not cool at all. You had us all going for a minute there.
Death: Sorry, guys. I just couldn't resist. It was one hell of a prank, though.
Quagmire: Well, I guess we fell for it, but seriously, Death, that's messed up.