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Many unexpected situations arise during life.
Everyone has experienced things like,
for example,
you make a date with a girl of your dreams, right?
But when you come to the romantic restaurant where you’ve arranged
to meet
you realize she has come along with her boyfriend who, according to her,
you’d certainly love.
Then she realizes she’s forgotten she left the iron turned on
and she leaves the place.
While you are trying to maintain a painful conversation with the stranger,
her return is complicated by a sudden wind storm
which bears her into a neighbouring country, right into
the middle of a revolution.
Meanwhile, you both get very drunk and, while watching a hockey match,
become gay.
Nine months into the relationship with the man,
despite some biological disadvantages, he gives birth
birth to a beautiful baby,
which is a little retarded because your lover is in fact your long lost
grandma.
So it happened that Donna went to the toilet, hulk Grunt left to
control her overloaded reproductive system,
the priests tried to knife each other during a flaming theological discussion,
while Gravefiller cheered them both on.
And Grunt was left there only with Skeleton.
It was exactly that awkward situation when you have to find a topic for
a conversation with someone you don’t want to talk to at all.
Not to mention someone who is cracked and may try to commit suicide
when least expected.
Yet, Grunt found a topic.
‘Eh, Skeleton?
Can I ask you something?’
‘Hm.’
‘I was wondering.
‘I was wondering. You know, everyone in the Grave committee has a nickname, right?’
‘Hm.’
‘What?’
‘I said: “Hm”’.
‘Why?’
‘To show you I’m listening.’
‘Are you supposed to do that?’
‘Sure, it is called good manners.’
‘Hm.’
‘What Hm?’
‘I thought I was also supposed to say that.’
‘Hm.’
‘Hm.’
‘We are getting nowhere. What did you want to ask me?’
‘Sure. I mean, why haven’t you given Donna a nickname?’
A smile appeared on Skeleton’s face.
It was a sight that would make even Dracula shiver in terror.
‘We have given her a lot of nicknames,’ he glanced at Grunt,
‘but no one
was brave enough to tell her face to face.’
Then Grunt’s wife came back in a much better temper,
which was lucky because it prevented Grunt from getting drunk with Skeleton
and realizing he was... well...
in this case most likely a necrophile.