Quote from: Spell Chick on May 07, 2020, 04:21:18 PMQuote from: Noizchild on May 07, 2020, 05:52:03 AM
And then Bones was shot in the dead and body burned up. And that was the end of him forever. (Don't you dare bring him back. I will hunt you down.)
[as an aside, "shot in the dead" seems a bit redundant since a skeleton is presumed dead to start with and doesn't have a body to burn]
Norm and Fritz struggled more than one might imagine since those midwesterners are usually pretty dang handy with tools because they are all farmers and whatnot and the plows and combines and reapers all break with wild abandon. But perhaps it was the mittens they were wearing that was causing all the trouble.
The other issue was the sheer number of bones they had to reassemble. The 206 bones fitted together perfectly and at long last they had their reconstructed skellyton ready to go.
Their titanium plates and screws were such an upgrade that Bones smiled from what would be ear to ear if he had ears and/or skin at all and said, "Thanks guys."
"No problem," Fritz and Norm said in unison.
"There is a woman who insists that I don't exist and yet she went out of her way to kill me." Fritz and Norm were shocked and blinked at Bones in sheer amazement.
"If you don't exist how do you get kilt? And how do you kill a dead skeleton? And why doesn't she wear a fur hat?" asked Norm, firing off questions like he was an AK-47.
"It is a conundrum," said Bones.
"Is that some sort of bugle corps thing?" asked Fritz, sticking to just one question.
Bones would have blinked, but the skin thing ... so he just said, "No. But thanks again," and the the dear old skeleton began his long trek back to the bar in an entirely different sub-category.
(Bones is dead. Let him stay that way!)