With every crunch of the delicious foodstuff, he carried on on his path to the next house, eyes coasting around to find another deliciously-vulnerable target, "Ahhh, it's good to be a God sometimes... it's so cruel messing with the ponies like this, but it's so fun! Besides, no one's at risk of a heart attack, or stroke, or blood disease, or an alien race hitting the planet. Who else, who else...? Already pranked five houses." Reaper looked over his shoulder at the sound of two sprinting ponies running off down the street, screaming about the coming Apocalypse, "Ehhh... if I prank any more ponies, I'm gonna inspire some sacrificial cult trying to please the Gods. Heh, as if the Princesses need ponies killing themselves to please them."