Pop! Pop!
That's the sound of a gang gunfight in front of my house. Never a dull moment in the hood.
Rrrring!
That's the sound of a real estate agent calling to offer me a boatload of money for my historic house. Half a million dollars and I'll never have to hear another shooting again.
No, I'm not taking the money. The only way I'm leaving my house is in a body bag.
"Say what???"
Speaking of bodies, that's what the police are saying when the dead body in front of my house vanishes in broad daylight...in front of hundreds of people.
Coincidence? Of course not. But I'm not solving any supernatural problems today.
Why, you ask? I'm taking my grandson Malcolm to the zoo, that's why. The world is just going to have to find another necromancer to solve its problems for a change.
...Don't see it? Me either.
Sheeeeet, here we go again.
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