"I was expecting, y'know, black robes and a scythe. Like, a skeleton and a horse and stuff?" Ria waved her hand vaguely.
"Sorry," said Entropy.
"Or, I mean, okay, death and chaos, so like colors and 'woah, crazy!' and bouncing around all over the place?"
"No," said Entropy. "It's just me."
"But you're so... gray." Ria examined him critically. "Aren't you the ultimate end? The heat-death of the universe? The final conqueror?"
"Yes." Entropy shrugged. "I don't really do much. I don't have to. I just... wait."
"Doesn't it get boring?"
Entropy considered this. "I don't know," he said at last.
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