Cloverfield (Cloverfield)

The Huntsmaster also spies Death, but says nothing.

Death floats down to the Huntsmaster.

Death: Ah, there you are! I've been looking for you.

Huntsmaster: So you could try to sacrifice me to that stupid vampire guy again?

Death: Oh no! I want to help you now!

The Huntsmaster stares at Death.
Huntsmaster: I'm not an idiot. Don't treat me like one.

Death: I'm not treating you like an idiot! I just wish to help you with your identity crisis.

Huntsmaster: There is no identity crisis here.

Death: But on the contrary! I see that your past just won't leave you alone.

Huntsmaster: Your point being?

Death: I can get rid of him... using this.

Death pulls out a seemingly normal vial from beneath it's cloak.

Huntsmaster: I assume that by "him", you mean "me".

Death: If you consider yourself and that weakling to be the same, then yes.

Huntsmaster: THERE IS NO "THAT WEAKLING"! There is only me! Got it?

Death grins as close as a skeleton can grin and chuckles.

Death: If you wish to put away anything you deem unnecessary, just put it in the vial. Simply touch the vial and think of what you want put away.

Death tauntingly dangles the vial in front of the Huntsmaster.

Huntsmaster: So if I was to want another person, and not just someone people claim I am, to stop bothering me, I could put them away too?

Death: Exactly

The Huntsmaster touches the vial and thinks about Death (the person, not the thing).

Death is still standing there. Death chuckles.

Death: Tried to dispose of me? I was prepared...

Death rolls up one of it's sleeves and shows the Huntsmaster weird text carved into it's radius. Death then shoves the vial closer to the Huntsman's eyes, showing that it too has the same text engraved into it.

Death: So long as these text remain on the vial and the user of the vial, the user can never be stored away in it. Think of them as magnets that have them same property.

Huntsmaster: Well, this thing's pointless.
The Huntsmaster throws the vial off the clock tower.

Shadling appears, still drunk and unaware of his surroundings. The Vial hits him on the head and lands next to him. He picks it up.

The vial hits the bottom, but surprisingly doesn't break. Death sighs.

Death: Oh well, time for plan B.

Shadling examines the Vial.

Shadling: What *hic* a great can *hic* opener!

Huntsmaster: No, it's time for you to get the *car horn* away from me before I decide to ring this bell again.

Death: Plan B doesn't concern you...

And with that, Death vanishes.

Shadling wobbles around the topic a little, still thinking the vial is a can opener.