Awkward Prowler looks at happy and sighs again.
Awkward Prowler: "With this band of misfits, we're so screwed..."
Losing patience, the reaper gets enraged.
Grim Reaper: "You FOOLS! My horse isn't cured! Death to all of you!"
He says as the Grim Reaper and the other horseman start walking towards the group in an attempt to execute them.
Awkward Prowler: "Oh no! Help! Help somebody!"