"Holy toletos!" Soos shouted as he and the group by the table stood up, "Hey! You!" he called to the massive man, "stop that!"

"What the heck is going on?" Mabel shouted, moving closer, but keeping her distance.

"She's being choked!" Ebon shouted. Reginald the skeleton quickly took a defensive stance, drawing his sword and holding it out before him, shielding his master. "Someone do something!" Somewhere distantly, a long, pronounced horn blew in the distance.

"What?" Dipperthur demanded of the necromancer, the woman still be choked, "if I cast a spell, I could hurt her too! Mabel," Dipperthur turned to his sister, who spun to him, "cast entagling roots or something!"

"I can't do that! They could crush her too!" she declared, "and I can't just heal her! I need to be close enough to touch her! Soos?" Mabel cried, drawing the attention of the panicking paladin.

"They never told me what to do about this sort of situation!" Soos shouted, padding his face with his gauntlet worn gloves, "I can't just blast him with light! He could explode into hot goop or-"

Between them all, a figure leapt onto the table. She drew her longbow almost instantly, readied a shot, and let loose her grip on her arrow. The large projectile soared through the air and then-

"Wait... seriously Wendy?" Dipper asked, turning to Wendy.

"Yeah dude," Wendy nodded to him, and smacked her fists together, "balls to the walls. Quickdraw, shoot."

"You could hit her," Dipper explained, pointing to the two tiny figurines on the table, where an crude outline of the tavern the adventurers was in lay, "if you miss you could accidentally kill her."

"And we need her, don't we?" Mabel asked, and turned to Grunkle Stan, who had taken the chance to read into the newspaper as they discussed among themselves.

"Oh sure," he nodded uncaringly, "very important. Important enough for you four to run around like a chicken with it's head cut off while she's had her head nearly ripped off," he scolded them, Yuki shamefully bowing his head. Soos scratched at his cap, patting Yuki on the back.

"Hey, don't worry about it dude," Soos told him, "at least you aren't running away."

"Never come a chance I would flee whilst my friends did battle," Yuki told him bravely, "for my character may not be strong, but his... 'hit points' are high!"

"We've got to give you another lesson in speaking like a normal human being," Grunkle Stan shook his head after hearing the aliens words.

"Apologies," Yuki cringed.

"Why do you have so many hitpoints?" Mabel looked over the table, peering into his character sheet, "you've got almost double Dippers hit points!"

"Because, aside from Soos, he's the only one who figured to put his higher rolls onto health," Grunkle Stan told her, "so that made him, ironically, the person with the second highest health points."

"The necromancer?" Wendy chortled, "that's kinda funny."

"At least you can hold your own for a bit," Dipper shrugged, "maybe stand there and take a hit?"

"I would prefer not," Yuki looked to his character sheet, "as I cannot retain health should it be lost. Mabel could heal, but valuable spells per day-"

"Can we continue?" Grunkle Stan looked around the table, folding away the newspaper and putting it under his seat. The gang exchanged looks, and Wendy nodded and spoke up.

"So, I shoot the sucker. In the head." Grunkle Stan nodded, and behind a small cardboard wall, he rolled several dice.

"It's a good shot," he informed her.

The large projectile soared through the air and then slammed into the side of the huge chef's head, protruding out the other side of the skull. The huge lumbering man barely noticed the injury, his reaction being a collection of gargles and snarls as he continued to push down on the woman he was choking, who's face was growing blue.

"More than enough cue for me," Soos decided. He lifted his shield to be in front of him, and charged. The heavy footsteps he took shook the floor as he ran ahead, and slammed his entire weight onto the huge aggressor, tower shield first. While the angered and addled chef's grip did let go, the momentum of his twist and turn threw the barkeep into the air and into Dipperthur, who did little to prepare himself for the incoming body.

Now the chef was onto Soos, clawing at him, trying to pull away his heft shield. Soos yelped and pushed back, but the strength of the man was as impressive as it was unending.

"Could use some help!" Soos called to the others.

"Have no fear, Mabel is here!" Mabel cried out, and clapped her hands to the floor. From the wooden floorboards, living roots began to crawl out and upwards, snaking their way around the form of the chef. Too busy attacking Soos, he didn't notice their grip on his entire lower body until it was too late, pulling and pinning him to the spot as Soos pulled away.

"You done hurting people!?" Soos demanded of the chef, who angrily stared at him. His mouth opened wider, and more of the black ooze fell out. "Eugh!"

Then he roared. The monstrous man bellowed like a wounded beast, shaking the air with a tidal effect in the air. Dipper, still on the floor clapped his hands to his ears as well did Mabel. As soon as she let her hands lift from the floor, the roots began to wilt. The Red Phantom, spun around, crying out, holding her hands to her head. Soos, Ebon, and Reginald were the only ones left unaffected by the long howl.

"Reginald," Ebon pointed to the chef, "shut him up!"

The Skeleton lumbered forward quickly, it's sword at the ready. The chef noticed the coming attacker too late. The skeleton's bones rattled as it swiped with its sword. The screaming came to a sudden stop. Blood and black ooze splattered around as the chef's head was entirely severed from the neck up. The chef, now headless, turned to the skeleton, who seemed aware of the danger present.

"Blast of Weakness!" Ebon roared, thrusting his hand forward. A blast of green light, tipped with a dark ball of energy, slammed into the chest of the chef, who had raised its fist to slam them onto the backing up skeleton. Black ooze spilled out of the severed neck, spilling around to the room as the body stumbled backwards, but still upright. "Reg, back away!" Ebon cried, and the skeleton took a few more steps back, his sword still at the ready.

"Guys!" Dipperthur cried. He had just lifted up the barkeep and made sure she was still breathing before turning to the monster, and pointed to it, "Mark of Frailty!" A bolt of red shaded lightning shot from his finger and struck the chef dead in the chest. Red runes began to form over his body in specific areas; on his shoulders, by the knees, by the base of his spine. "Those are his weak spots! It you hit them now, he'll take double damage!"

"Gotcha," The Red Phantom quietly said, readying another arrow. Aiming low, she let the fletching fly past her face. The arrow struck into the knee cap with a sickening squelch. But that wasn't the extent of the damage. The Rune sizzled and burned after the arrow stuck inside, lighting the monster on fire.

"Take this, dude!" Soos cried, as he lunged forward with his spear. His aim was true, and it struck into the back of the monsters spine. The spear pierced into the thick back, but that wasn't the extent of the damage. The rune glowed bright and whined a high pitch howl before disappearing.

The entire front section of the chef exploded over Reginald. Black goop and red flesh streamed onto the skeleton, who stumbled back and fell over. This offensive smell material was sizzling, and burning away at the wood, and the skeleton was covered in it.

"Reggie!" Ebon shouted, ripping off a table cloth and running to his comrade.

"This thing still isn't dead!?" Dipperthur shouted.

Indeed, the monstrous chef hadn't died yet. With a shattered knee, a sliced off head, and his midsection entirely destroyed, it was still animated and angry. Mabel stood up, and clapped her hands together, her eyes glowing as she mumbled.

"Soos," she told the paladin," pull it to be in front of that fire," she told him as she clutched her staff and gave it an impressive twirl.

"You got it dawg," he told her. With a grunt, he pulled his spear with one hand, and pulled the undead creature by the empty hole in its center over to be before the flame. Mabel then roared, and with her eyes glowing bright, she swung her staff. Again and again she hit and slapped at the runes still visible on the body, causing more and more fire to erupt onto the undead flesh. After all the remaining runes had been struck, she stuck her staff behind her, and pushed on it, pushing herself forward and into a powerful kick.

Her foot landed on the chest of the monster, pushing it backwards. Soos yanked out his spear just in time for the former chef to stumble backwards and trip on the edge of the fireplace. It was wide enough for his entire figure to fall in, and he did so. The large logs spewed out ashes and flames as the man began to twitch and spasm, grasping around himself for leverage.

"Die, damn you," Dipperthur growled as they watched it twist and turn in the fire. Reginald has just been pulled from the corrosive black material, Ebon having wiped off the dangerous goop. The entire gang gasped- the chef, now entire long fire, was pulling itself from the flames.

"STAY DOWN!" the voice of the barkeep roared. She had stumbled up, grasped a large stool from the bar and charged. With a magnificent swing, the woman shattered the entire stool on the chest of the monster, exploding wood around her and knocking back the chef into the back of the fireplace. Tossing the remaining legs of the stool into the fire, she turned away form the panicking undead behind her, dusting her hands. She looked worse for wear, but was on her feet. "You're fired," she mumbled as she walked away from the burning remains. The body finally stopped twitching and fell, burning away with the embers.

"Oh come on," Dipperthur slapped his face with a hand as Soos chuckled, "was the pun totally necessary?"

"Excuse me?" the bartender asked, placing her hands on the table the Red Phantom had just leapt off of, "what pun?"

"You know... 'you're fired'?" Dipperthur repeated her words to her.

"I do not understand either," Ebon stated as he helped up his skeleton friend.

"Well, of course you wouldn't," Dipperthur shook his head at Ebon, "but you," he turned back to the barkeep, "you know... he's on fire? And you just ended him?"

"... oh," the barkeep smiled to herself, exposing a cluster of sharp teeth, "well, I suppose that was sort of clever, wasn't it?"

"I laughed," Soos admitted.

"Thank you, Soos," Dipperthur rolled his eyes, and turned to the others. "We're all good, right?"

"We're good," Ebon nodded.

"I'm fine. Just a little amped from all the butt I just kicked!" Mabel punched the air ahead of her with her staff, but forgot its placement and accidentally slapped the back of her head. "Ouch! Buttersquash it all!"

"Red?" Dipperthur turned to the redheaded ranger.

"Where is the head?" The Red Phantom asked.

She had been around in her spot for a few seconds, scouring the floor with her sharp eyes. Dipperthur joined her after a moment, turning to the spot he was certain he had seen the head land and roll to. Surprisingly, there was no head. Not even a trace of it. The Red Phantom pulled out another arrow and stepped away, walking towards the kitchen.

"Hey, wait, Red," Dipperthur called out, but then Ebon grasped his shoulder. "What?" he whipped around and demanded as the ranger faded into the kitchen. His frustration fell away when he saw the look on the Necromancer's face. "What is it?"

"I can sense undead when I wish," he told Dipperthur, and then he turned to the others, "I always can sense one, Reginald. But... I now sense six."

"Six... undead?" Mabel gulped.

The door slammed open, and the five figures still in the room spun around. There was a figure standing there, looking somewhat drugged and limp. His posture was bent over, his head crooked as he stared at them blankly. A faint trail of black ooze dribbled from his lips.

"They're giving off the same magical aura that the chef did," Ebon told Dipperthur.

"I can feel it too," the enchanter admitted, "more of these guys," he told Mabel and Soos. The cluster in the room tightened up, taking formation, with Soos and Reginald in the front and the casters in the back. The barkeep took the sides with Mabel, who both could hold their own if need be.

"Okay, so if it's just one more of these guys," Mabel told them, "we can throw him into the fire and cook him like we did the chef, right?"

As Dipperthur was about to agree, a window exploded by the corner where the Red Phantom had been. The wooden shutters had been torn through as well, glass falling into the room as a similarly limp man clawed his way into the room, holding a farmer's scythe in his hand. Standing up from the glass, his face was just as empty of emotion as the first, and more black ooze fell from his open mouth.

Another window, and another window. Three more windows broke as men, all in appearance to resemble farmers climbed their way into the room, staring at the group by the end of the bar and by the fireplace.

"Guys! I got something in here!" The Red Phantom cried from the kitchens.

"WE'VE GOT SOMETHING OUT HERE!" Dipperthur cried out. Then the five men started shambling closer.

"Okay, not to add bad news," Ebon added as they watched them growing closer, "but I sense something else that's a heck of a lot more evil running over to us. It'll be here in a few moments."

"All in favor of running the heck away?!" Soos called to the group. The vote was unanimous.

"Aye!"

The entire group turned and ran for the kitchens, fleeing from the bar quickly. The Bartender turned back as they passed through the doors and pushed over a heavy table, hoping to keep the doors shut for a time longer.

"We need to leave," Dipperthur told the Red Phantom. He noticed her gaze, glued by a particular corner of the room. When he turned to look, he shrieked.

"What!?" Mabel turned around from the doors and also gasped. "Ew! No! That's so wrong!"

The head of the chef had, from it's open wounds by the neck, grown small tentacles out of veins, and pulled itself into a corner. Black ooze was trickling from it's ears and eyes. Soos shook his head once, and lifted his hand. Bright golden light shot from his hand and struck the head. There wasn't a chance for the head to react: it exploded into fiery bits by the corner.

"Well that was horrible," Soos noted.

Something slammed into the doors outside, and the gang turned. They were at the door, slamming their fists to break open the barricaded doors. Dense groans and snarls emanated from behind the bending doors.

"It can still get a whole lot more horrible," the barkeep told them, and she moved next to a cabinet next to spices and bags of potatoes. From the floor she opened a locked secret door. "Inside!" she waved them to follow, and they did so, looking back as the undead men started to break down the wood.

The five clambered in, and the barkeep closed the secret door behind them. She turned away and grasped a lantern next to them on a collection of crates. Before their eyes could adjust to the darkness, she had the oil lantern flickering soft, orange light. The basement was dark, damp, and had a short ceiling height, causing Soos more problems than others.

"Great, so now we're underground and those things are out there," Dipperthur stated, counting the heads of his accomplishes.

"There is a way out, right?" Mabel turned to the barkeep expectantly, who was pushing past her and Dipperthur.

"There sure is," she noted, pointing to a pair of locked doors as she felt her pockets," that leads out to the side. Should be good enough of an escape route for them not to follow-"

"Oh now," Ebon gasped loudly, catching the attention of those downstairs.

"What?" The Red Phantom turned to him.

Horrible, wailing, shrieking, unearthly, something howled from just inside the home. What could have been described as nails or talons punching against the wood thumped from outside the basement door. Those nearest, Soos and the Red Phantom, backed away cautiously.

"What is it?" Mabel asked Ebon.

"I don't know, but we shouldn't stick around to discover what," Ebon shouted as he knocked over a barrel by accident. The top spilled out, and copious amounts of ale spilled around the feet of Soos, who gasped and lifted his feet.

"Whoa," the paladin turned to the apologetic looking necromancer, "careful."

"Wait," Dipperthur stared at the turned over barrel, and to its several counterparts filling the room. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked to the dog-eared woman.

"Kayla."

"Kayla, are these all filled with alcohol?" the enchanter asked, pointing around him.

"Yes? Why?" she worriedly asked.

"Because we need to burn this building down and get out of here," Dipperthur told her, grasping the oil lantern from the woman's grasp.

"NO!" she cried back, yanking the lantern into her hands again, "this is my only home! I've spent my life building up to a place like this, and I won't lose it to a bunch of rot-heads!"

"You'd rather die than start over?" Dipperthur told her. Something heavy and sharp pounded into the basement doors, catching their attention.

"I..." Kayla the barkeep looked pained as she stared around her. They were all waiting on her words, and she groaned loudly. "You think you can bash open the outside doors, big guy?" she turned to Soos.

"One moment," Ebon turned, passing Soos as he nodded. The necromancer place his hands on the door, and nodded. "No more undead await us outside."

"Then bust us out," Kayla told the large paladin. All it took was one swing with his spear, and the old metal chains were sliced away. As the twins exited quickly, the barkeep shoved over another barrel of alcohol onto the floor, spilling its contents. Something stabbed into the door again, splintering wood down nearby Kayla. "Goodbye investments," she mumbled as she followed the necromancer and skeleton out, and at the top of the stairs, turned and threw down the lantern onto the ground, shattering the glass around the floor. Instantly a huge fire came to life and spread around the floor, eating away the alcohol and then catching onto the dry wooden barrels around them.

"You're burning the building to the ground!?" The Red Phantom turned to Kayla as the group of adventurers clustered in the cold snow outside.

"I don't take chances with undead!" she shouted as a fireball burst from behind her. Reginald the skeleton crossed his arms and glared at her. "Sorry," she added at the eyeless stares.

"None taken," Ebon moodily answered for his friend.

"So, unless we want to freeze to death, we probably should-" Dipperthur started.

More unearthly screams roared from behind them. The entire group turned as the snow raged on around them, and they stared as the climbing fires caught the entire building ablaze. Yet their attention was that to the screams now emanating from deeper within the burning building. Pain, anguish, but something else was in those screams. Something angry. Not dead yet, and getting closer.

"Okay, we run!" The Red Phantom shouted, and she pointed northward, waving them to follow. The seven each made their own noises of fright and started running through the snow. This was much easier said than done, as only Mabel and the Red Phantom seemed capable of trudging through the snow at a quick pace, with exception to Reginald, who had little to nothing to pushing through the cold.

A loud, horrible raspy snarly called their attention, and they all paused. There, standing in one of the windows of the blazing building stood a man. His eyes were as empty and hollow as those they had all seen before. The farm snarled and lifted a finger and pointed to them.

"Fleeeeing," it growled loudly.

The Red Phantom was quick to react. A shot that was impressive for any sniper, she let her arrow loose and hit her mark- sticking the end of her arrow deep in the undead's skull between the eyes.

"Nice!" Dipperthur congratulated her as the undead man slumped forward and fell through the fires below him out the window, and crashed into the snow. Something on the far end of the tavern, where the basement entrance was located, exploded out and spilled fire all into the snow, and it was silently decided that it would be better to run and flee.

Their footsteps crunched and flattened snow as they ran away from the growing distance building. The storm around them however was still growing heavy and hard. The thought of seeing further than twenty feet ahead of them was an idea that could be mocked. Yet they continued to push north.

"Why are we going north again?" Dipperthur called aloud.

"Because there's a port village in the north!" Kayla shouted above the howling wind, "and that means we can get help or get out of here!"

"Quiet!" Wendy hissed at them, whipping around to stare behind them.

"What? Like anything could hear us over the crazy wind, dude," Soos said as he caught up, breathing heavily. The Red Phantom shook her head and looked further past them, half-elvish eyes peering.

"It spotted us," she told them quietly.

"Whoa!" Soos shouted.

He raised his huge shield just in the nick of time. A tendril with a scythe-like bone appendage had lashed out and made to cut at Ebon's head, who stumbled back and fell away. Soos, stabbing the snow with his spear, reached out and grasped the long tentacle, just as it tried to recall back.

"Got it!" The Red Phantom shouted and readied another arrow.

"Wait!" Dipperthur told her, "Let me cast something on it!" she held her arrow, watching him stroke the bow with his hands, small cascading energies flowing like rivers into the polished material.

"Flare!" Mabel declared and toss her hand forward, as if she were tossing something. A ball of burning bright white light was thrown out into the storm. The monster was illuminated as the ball struck it. What could once have been human was torn and mutilated and mutated to appear as a fleshy pedestal. The legs had been split below the knees, the separate sections split and acting like stands to support the twisted abomination. The chest cavity had been split open and dangled it's distended organs about as a horrible display of undead experimentation. The tendril seemed to have originated from the mouth, as the tentacle Soos held was being tugged from the warped mouth, which just resembled a circular hole with mismatched teeth around it.

"I really wish I hadn't done that," Mabel said, appearing to feel sick at it's sight.

"Dipper," Ebon approached the enchanter.

"Dipper-thur," Dipperthur corrected him.

"Dipperthur," Ebon tried again, "you enchanted the arrow?"

"Yes."

"How many enchantments can fit onto it?" Ebon asked again.

"Uh... two? Maybe three if they're low-level spells-"

"Harm Undead!" Ebon placed his hand on the bow, and sickly blue energy traced the lines of the wooden curvature and invaded the wooden shaft of the arrow. "Whatever you need now, it's got a bonus against them."

"Touch of Flame!" Dipper cast onto the arrow, "Red, go for it!"

The ranger nodded and released her grip once again. The entire part watched, the arrow soaring to its mark as the beast continued to try prying itself from Soos's grasp.

The arrow missed.

"What?!" Dipperthur rounded on the ranger, who's eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped. "You missed?"

"I missed," she said weakly, "I never miss."

"Screw this," Kayla growled, as she took out a sword from her belt, and raced forward.

"Reginald!" Ebon pointed and after Kayla, and the skeleton nodded, and began to follow.

"FOR MISSION SOOS!" The paladin roared, shocking the entire group. With a mighty yank of his arm, Soos ripped over the monster by its tentacle weapon, and readied his shield. The pull was strong enough to actually lift and throw it at him. Soos practically baseball-bat swung his shield through the air, and split the monster in half at the middle with a resounding clang. The shield reverberated as the fleshy bits of the monster fell into the air and to the snow. "Score for Soos! Home run, dude!"

"It's... still moving," Mabel pointed out, as the lower half, which had slid next to her, twitched and continued to try to recover to a 'proper' upright position. "Nope! Stay down!" she yelled and smashed down her staff onto it, almost cleaving the remaining lower half into two.

"Where's the upper half?" Dipperthur called around, and was pointed past him by the Red Phantom. There, the upper half was pulling itself through the snow.

"Reg," Ebon muttered. The skeleton nodded, stepped up to the remains of the horror, and slashed into it again and again, splattering his own bones with the remains of the twisted body. "Good job, buddy," the necromancer told the skeleton as it returned, wiping off the blood and gore from his sword on the snow.

"So... what the heck was that?" Kayla rounded on Ebon, who gulped and looked around.

"Huh?"

"Unless there's a new definition for that type of horror," she yelled at the human spell-caster, "that was undead! Necromancer comes walking around these parts, into my tavern, and then undead show up!"

"I told you-"

"Ebon said that he was here to help clear up this sort of thing," Soos stepped in, pushing himself between Kayla and Ebon. "I believe him. He's not the evil person you may think he is." While the tavern said nothing, she glared at the skinny man and crossed her arms tightly.

"Now, to answer your question," Ebon started, clearing his throat, "I don't know. That was something that... well, if I had to guess, another, more adept Necromancer had to make. Or..."

"Or?" Mabel asked, coming up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulders.

"Or something worse," the necromancer told them.

If hadn't been cold out, they might have all shivered at the idea of something worse than necromancy out there in the wilderness. However, they were all already shivering. The Red Phantom looked around, and pointed.

"I can see a shack in the distance. I don't think we'll be able to make it to town, but that may be a good place to rest for a bit," she declared.

"Lead on, good lady," Mabel patted the red-head's back.

The enchanter, the druid, the ranger, the necromancer, the paladin, the bartender, and the skeleton all stomped ahead, wary, tired, and worn from the day's activities.

"And that's all for today," Grunkle Stan told them, pushing himself up from his seat quickly.

"Aw, what?!" Dipper groaned, "really?"

"Really," Stan nodded," you guys just went through a lot there. Escaped the tavern, fought the aberration-"

"That's what it's called," Mabel nodded and looked around, "an abber-ay-shun. Neato!"

"At least we now know what to call-" Soos started.

"Keep your personal knowledge and your in-game knowledge separate!" Dipper scolded Soos, who shrunk into his seat at the accusation. Wendy scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Dipper, dude," she started as she stretched her hands above her head, "you gotta chill man. It's just a game."

"I, I know that," Dipper told her as he dropped his head to the table, poking at his figurine, "I... I don't know. This is my game, you know?"

"I was under the impression that Mister Pines had procured this edition of Strongholds and Serpents," Yuki spoke as he looked around them, "was I mistaken?"

"Mabel, can you please take Yuki on another 'English for normal people' lesson?" Stan grumbled as he walked around the table, collected dice and pieces of the game, "his language skills kind of make me want to bury my head through a television."

"I- I meant no offense-" Yuki quickly began to apologize.

"He's just teasing you," Mabel patted his arm, "c'mon! I'll show you some more slang stuff!" she said as she walked out of the room, Yuki in close pursuit.

"Well, I'm just glad my shield-slamming skills are proficient enough to beat up undead stuff. Cool game guys," Soos nodded Wendy and Soos as he stood up.

"Yeah. Dang... I missed!" Wendy shook her head and looked to the ceiling, still smiling but frustrated, "how did I miss?" she left Dipper to his thoughts, poking his piece as Stan snatched it up from the table.

"C'mon Dipper, go mess with Yuki or something," Stan told him as Dipper grumbled and clamored out of the room. "Hah. Kids," he added as he was left alone, "just like me and... just funny."

And the long awaited chapter two has come. Hope it lived up to expectations and... stuff.

Undead are scary! Which is why necromancers are cool. And I can't believe Reginald already has a popularity. GO SKELETON FRIEND! WOOHOO!

So, in case someone is thinking it, NO. This is not a campaign where the freakin' necromorphs from Dead Space are the villains. It's just a design of undead a friend had, so I used it. Again, shout outs to my friend/DM Sam!

And that's it! Remember, updates for RtGF every sunday, and if you're into more action/adventure, check out my Hellsing/Resident Evil crossover series. It's mostly cool. :)

(A pile of corpses fall onto EZB, engage in 'rapid noms', and then quickly run away, leaving a skeleton in EZB's seat. It looks around, feels the new form of being a skeleton, and waves goodbye.)