Oh, a big thank-you to all you lovely folk who asked about me that day. Means the world to me, it does. But I'm all all right now, see? Doin' just great.
Runnin' out of fillin', though. Might need to go get some.
[There's a long pause, and then the feed seems to cut out.]
[Private: Giovanni]
[Unless you're that kid with the goggles and the bowl-
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[Where disposed probably means 'passed onto Einstellsehn', but, well. Details.]
... You've recovered well, already.
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Nah, love, what I want to know is: did it stay meaty?
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Did you suspect something? ... I'm glad you asked.
[And now he's on video. The picture isn't of him, though, but of something else on the floor, the gnarled and misshapen remains of the ghost. It hasn't become any more rotten than it was: no bloating, blistering, molting, or further evidence of decay that should have occured by now. Instead, it seems to be slightly translucent. Giovanni brutally goes to kick it; his foot goes straight through, and the body only sways gently, as if in a breeze. A strange hazy residue remains on Giovanni's shoe, and slowly dissipates into thin air.]
It was normal - as you say, 'meaty' - until quite recently, as it happens. This only began yesterday.
It looks like it'll eventually fade entirely.
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Blimey, that's a right queer sight.
[She draws back a little, a small frown on her face. It's the picture of determined thinking.]
So that was a good long while it was all right, then... hmm... and give 'em time for prep...
[She trails off, looks at the camera long and hard, and then speaks.]
Well. What I'm thinking, see, is that these ghosts take a lot and don't give all too much back, right? Right rude, it is. Now... maybe we let them give us a little bit back. Give suss-ten-unnss for the tenants. The food 'ere ain't that good when you get it.
If you get it...?
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