:D *Swaggers into thread, six iron's wiggling*
..>.>......<.<....
So... You're the Kid.
OI! BOYS! We oughta give 'is one a propa' welcoming. *Six young men bearing copious amounts of firearm enter, carrying large bags. Each man drops the bag and hands Death several pink, green, and yellow bags, each containing presents.*
*Grabs shaving cream, graffiti and catnip, before cackling willdly as ducks into Ike's shadow, bearing a massive hardhat with a magical flashlight*