A Date to Die For

 Greetings everyone! I am The Announcer and today in this action packed episode of whatever the hell this is we're commentating on... A date between Omega and The Dying Man? 

Nope I quit... I'm out...

No I'm not commentating on a date, that's just weird. Just like... put mics on them or something I'm going home.

*Technical difficulties*

Random Technician: Yeah yeah... so just wear those lapel mics and talk normally... pretend we're not even here, okay?

Omega: Who even are you?

*More technical difficulties*

The Dying Man: So... Lovely restaurant right?

Omega: Seriously, who was that guy? What is happening right now?

*Even more technical difficulties*

Omega: Y... Yes... Lovely restaurant... I'm sure the food is great... can we talk about something though?

 

The Dying Man: Of course, what's on your mind?

Omega: It's about your choice of body...

The Dying Man: What? You got a problem with my choice of body? Oh you're bothered that it's a male body or something? What are you a homophobe?

Omega: What, no?! Also how would that make me-

The Dying Man: I thought I knew you, but now it turns out you're some kind of bigot!

Omega: Stop! People are staring! I'm not a bigot! I don't care that your body is male!

 

The Dying Man: Then what's the problem?

 

Omega: Well... Did you have to use my old dead body for this? It's kind of uncomfortable. 

The Dying Man: I thought it would get us closer.

Omega: No... it's just kind of creepy. Especially since it's all... rotted and stuff...

The Dying Man: I mean that's fairly normal for me.

 

Omega: No, I get that, but it's disturbing when I'm looking at my own rotted features. 

The Dying Man: Alright I'll get a fresh body... Waiter!

Omega: Woah woah no! Do not kill our waiter!

The Dying Man: Well then what exactly do you want me to do? It's nothing, but complaints with you.

Omega: I'm sorry I don't want you to murder people!

The Dying Man: Oh that's what it is, huh? You have a problem with me killing people and stealing their bodies? I was right you are a bigot!

Omega: I'm not a bigot! How the hell did we get here from talking about you in my rotted body?

The Dying Man: Well that's something I can at least fix.

Omega: What?

The Dying Man: I'll just grab a fresher one! 

*The Dying Man reaches across the table and grabs Omega's hand. The Dying Man flops face down on the table as Omega leans back* 

The Dying Man: There... Now I'm not in your rotting body.

Dead Omega: ...

The Dying Man: Oh now you're giving me the silent treatment?

*The Dying Man argues with the corpse for a bit and then leaves in a huff*