[NOOOOOOOO, NOT THE BONGO HANDS. Pennyworth races away down the garden row like before, fleeing from the palm bongos. He jumps through some radishes, but then his little white-and-black face can be seen peeking through the leaves of one near the ground.
The eyes are full black pupil, stalking. T H E W E E D.]
Those are useful. [He is still scraping weeds away. Doing all the work again.] Do you use necromancy to find the cause of death?
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The eyes are full black pupil, stalking. T H E W E E D.]
Those are useful. [He is still scraping weeds away. Doing all the work again.] Do you use necromancy to find the cause of death?