The redacted space is Collectors real name. (He knows that because, well, he knows everything.)

Collector: you think I fear death?

Death: I know you don't. Just one thing. You already are dead. And I don't mean that figuratively.

Collector: *turns around and grabs him by the throat*

I don't think so.

Idiot.

Collector: *pulls out sword of creation with his other hand*

I can easily end you right here.

*Holds the blade near his neck*

Right. Here.

Heh.
*Collector suddenly can't breathe*
You can't kill me, and even if you did, you'd cause eternal chaos among the living.
*He can breathe again*

Collector: w-well your d-downfall.

*Collector chops off his head and he can suddenly breath again*

*the blade phases through*
Hah!
I'm DEATH.
I'm supposed to be here to send off your soul to the afterlife, but... It's not your time... yet.

Collector: *wakes up in his room*

... The f**k just happened

*Inkmatas and Redi are sitting by his bedside, Inky is crying, Redi looks sad, and Eggys cap is on the shelf next to his bed*

The Deals Maker: So you're Death huh? Seems like I've been working for you lately, and by lately i mean for the past centuries
*Smokes a cigarette*
The Deals Maker: So when are you going to give my soul back?

Death: soon enough, I do acknowledge your work.

The Deals Maker: Haven't i gathered enough souls?

Story Ruiner: oh death, you don't know my true power. I RUIN STORIES, ERASE ENTIRE TIMELINES.

Death: I do know your true power...
I know you can defeat me, I know I'm just a speck to you.
but Death arrives all the same.