Work is over... although... I have promised... to accompany a coworker to dinner. -adjusts glasses-

All reapers must wear glasses.

All reapers must take care of their death scythe.

Time to sleep, I suppose.

We must work calmly, efficiently...

We must never relax our guard or the hungry demons will snatch the souls away.

All reapers must settle sundry expenses at the end of the month.

We keep watch on the scheduled deaths and collect the souls.

Sutcliff_Bot, stop slacking off.

Sutcliff_Bot, must you really never comply to the dress-code? Honestly...

All reapers must wear glasses.

Another day of crazy subordinates and endless paperwork begins here.

Reapers must work coldly without even a smile.

We must never relax our guard or the hungry demons will snatch the souls away.

All reapers must settle sundry expenses at the end of the month.

... I was invited to a night out with the Dispatch, even though I am their superior... -blinks, surprised-

Sutcliff_Bot, stop slacking off.

We keep watch on the scheduled deaths and collect the souls.

All reapers must take care of their death scythe.

We must always obey the rules...