With a monumental effort of will—and a fair amount of rattling—he guided a sticky piece of syrup-soaked dough toward his face. He swung too hard. The pancake slapped against his forehead and stuck there, partially obscuring his left eye socket.
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"The gravity here is... inconsistent!" Arthur hissed. He managed to pin a pancake to the table with his left hand, while his right hand performed a series of frantic, jerky circles in the air, clutching a fork like a desperate conductor. With a monumental effort of will—and a fair
He didn't have muscles, but he had spirit. With a sudden, spastic lunge, he grabbed the entire table and flipped it into the air. If he couldn't bring the food to his mouth, he would simply let the chaos of the universe deliver it. "Right then," Arthur rattled, his jaw clicking with
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The mist didn't bother Arthur. Being a skeleton, he lacked the lungs to find it damp or the skin to find it cold. What did bother him was the sudden, inexplicable urge for a well-balanced breakfast.
Across the graveyard, a ghoul named Barnaby paused while polishing a marble slab. "Having a bit of trouble with the physics, Artie?"