What the hek did you just hekin say about me, you little lich? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Grave Ghouls, and I've been involved in numerous secret rituals on Abdul Al-Hazred's necronomicon, and I have over 300 confirmed doots. I am trained in spooky skary skeleton fanfare and I'm the top necromansha in the entire underworld. You are nothing to me but just another skeleton. I will animate the hek out of u with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my spooky words. You think you can get away with saying that skeg to me over the arcanenet? Think again, acolyte. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spirits across the ethereal plane and your ethereal profile is being traced right now so you better prepare for the divination intrusion, coffinfeeder. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your pre-unlife. You're hoking undead, kiddo. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can resurrect you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed necromancy, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Skeleton Spookorps and I will use it to its full extent to reanimate your miserable bones off the face of the continent, you little calciumpile. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your hekking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you Anubian-damned supplicant. I will make Mr. Bone's wild ride and you will enjoy it. You're hekking undead, kiddo