[ Well, Gordon didn't seem too bothered by the peculiar oddity of hearing a disembodied voice so, with a shrug, Rincewind jogged after him and soon fell in step. The Luggage obediently following in their wake. ]
Gosh, at least your ghost has the decency to smell nice. [ He wraps his arms around himself and peers into the darkness, as if by sheer will alone he'd be able to make something out. ] What's she going on about?
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Gosh, at least your ghost has the decency to smell nice. [ He wraps his arms around himself and peers into the darkness, as if by sheer will alone he'd be able to make something out. ] What's she going on about?