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Hurley sits at the bar, staring at the door back to the island.

Is he allowed to be just 'Hey guys, I found a magic bar in my cave, lets all go get a meal and a shower!'? Or... how does he explain how he suddenly seems to have showered?

Hurley suddenly realizes he has to keep 'magic bar in my cave' a secret.

And he's going to need to get dirty as soon as he gets back.

Which should probably be soon.

Since they might be worried about how long he's been gone.

Crap.

Hurley pouts and eats a leg of fried chicken. You know, for breakfast.

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"I don't really, either," Hurley says. "Mainly cause... I like chicken."

I like it in curry, Death offers.

Hurley pauses again.

"Dude, so... you eat?"

Sometimes.

"...you're gonna get peeved if I ask how, aren't you?" Hurley says.

I don't get peeved, Death remakrs. I don't have the glands.

Which isn't an answer.

"You really suck at giving direct answers, you know that?" Hurley says.

That was a direct answer to the question you asked.

Hurley nibbles at his chicken, thoughtfully.

"So is there a heaven? Cause... I'd guess you'd know, right?"

There are many heavens, Death confirms.

"...whoa, that is so weird and yet kinda calming," Hurley says.

Really? I said something calming?

This pleases Death. Usually he hears it about his other self.

"Yeah," Hurley says. "Kinda, zen or something."

A thought occurs to him.

"Oh hey. Can you like... deliver messages to dead people?"

Only if I remember the message when I meet them, Death says. I don't meet many people more than once.

"Oh," Hurley says. He frowns a little. "Yeah, I guess you really only do it the once."

Not always, Death allows.

"...what, like, reincarnation stuff?" Hurley asks.

Sometimes, Death says. Sometimes just necromancy. The undead complicate things. And of course, there's the witches.

Hurley pauses mid-chew again.

"Dude this place has everything."

That's just my world, Death says. The multiverse has many more, stranger things.

"Dude, what could possibly be stranger than chillin', talking to Death while I'm eating chicken?" Hurley asks.

You could be eating clockwork, Death offers.

"...I don't think clockwork is edible," Hurley says.

So it would be strange if you were eating it.

"...okay, point," Hurley says.

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