"Why the robes?" Tony the Druid wondered. As if visibility wasn't difficult enough through the tiny eyes of their ghost machine. He blows his hood up but it falls right down. He is too packed in to move his arms so there he is uncomfortable with an itchy hood in front of his eyes. It is like an inconvenient holiday tradition perpetuated out of shame and duty rather than formatted joy.
"Just like us Druids." Sighed Tony. Cutting corners on some things like these cut rate Brillo pad robes. Then going all out on a Stonehenge which gets used like what twice a year. It is a fine henge but maybe if they went with the floor model they could've afforded a better haunting spirit. Wasn't very scary at all this Pee Nope A Lee.
"It's really designed for longing." Said the salesman. "Longing is much more scary than you know scary scary." Said the salesman.
"Fuck that salesman" thought Tony.
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