JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO COME BACK TO FUNEXCISE!
I thought my last entry had brought this magnificent saga to its satisfying (dare I say, welcome) conclusion. But, alas, I find myself haunted by one more scene, which I place in the form of an Epilogue.
EPILOGUE
Words of the Tour Bus Guide
You see this big old house there on the right?
It's haunted, folks. They say that every night,
Out of the outhouse, 'round about eleven,
A headless ghost walks, stinking to high heaven.
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