"I want half of it!" Exclaimed Mrs Decker
"You are not getting half! i payed for most of this myself, thirty percent take it or leave it" Replied Mr Decker
Mr and Mrs Deckers divorce had ben dragged out over months of arguing.

"I could have it all you know i practiced Voodoo in haiti, i could kill you and make it look like heart failure, then id have it all" She stated.
"Rubbish" retorted Mr Decker.
Mrs Decker threw him a glare "Fine ill prove it" She pulled out some clay and formed it into a crude human shape "All i need is some hair or a Fingernail".
"Fine" Mr Decker went to get some hair, when he returned he was holding 3 hairs, he shoved them to Mrs Decker in disgust.

"You'll be sorry" sang Mrs Decker.
"Rubbish" He replied again.
She put the hair into the doll lifted a pin and pushed it into the clay figures heart.

Mr Decker was suprised but more pleased, He had not believed in Voodoo but had always been a careful man.
Anyway it had always irritated him that his wife so rarely cleaned her Hairbrush...

A long time ago in baghdad a servant returned to his master from the marketplace.

"What is wrong boy i sent you to the marketplace a strong man now you return pale and fearful, what has scared you?" asked the Merchant.
"I was in the Marketplace when i looked to the salt stand, in a dark corner sat a man, he pointed at me nodded and bared his teeth, Sir it was Death who threatend me!" replied the Servant.
"Is there anything i can do for you?" the Merchant said.
"You can only help by giving me your fastest Horse, i will go to samarra where my brother lives, Death will not look for me there" pleaded the Servant.

The Merchant sent his Servant away on his fastest Horse and went down to the Marketplace to confirm his Servants story.

When he got there he saw a man sat dwon near the Salt Stand.
"Excuse me" Asked the Merchant "My Servant claims you threatend him".
The man looked up "Your Servant must be mistaken, i did not threaten him, i was simply suprised to see him in Baghdad Marketplace when i have a meeting with him tonight in Samarra".

Would you?

Eat my head?
Kill me?
Stalk me to try and drop a tree in my eye!?
Stare at me and think "aaaaah nooooo lemon"?
Eat my corpse?
Hug me?
Pick me up and scream "MY LIVER!"?
How would you react if i died?
Do you think me n forehead are odd?
Are you my allie!?
Do you want me dead?
Do you think i am a fat racoon?
Are you extremly annoyed at the pointlessnes of this quiz?