Dead Still Again
"SHE LOOKED VERY DETERMINED THIS TIME. EVEN I WAS IMPRESSED."
"So am I. She must have been in a particularly foul mood."
Adric looked down at his body with morbid fascination, noting first the facehugger on his head and then the bloody, visceral mass that used to be his stomach. "I wonder where she got the Giger Bug..." he muttered to himself.
Death took Adric's proffered punchcard and clipped off another number. "HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED QUITTING? CERTAINLY THERE MUST BE OTHER JOBS AVAILABLE FOR A MATHEMATICIAN OF YOUR CALIBRE."
Adric looked up. "What?" he exclaimed, "And leave show business?"