it’s Halloween again, and you know what THAT means: time for the other skeleton I’m buried alongside to dig me up and play my ribcage like a xylophone, using my femurs as mallets, while every other skeleton in the graveyard frolics and dances. I’ll admit this was funny the first time they did it, but now that this is a yearly thing it doesn’t feel very fair

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