The skeleton sisters arose, then one looked to the other. “Great. Now we’re undead minions.”
“This wouldn’t have happened if you’d paid for a better graveyard!”
“Ahem. Ladies?” the necromancer coughed.
Finger bones waggled at him. “This doesn’t involve YOU!”
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