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Smelly
"Oof!" Jimmy grunted tripping over an object in the park where he took the occasional late night jog. Not to, you know lose weight, it was mostly to get away from his neighbors dog who when he smelt Jimmy after a long day of work, suddenly became the wild animals he'd been thousands of years ago.
It was amazing how vicious Maltese could be.
He looked down at what he'd tripped over and rolled his eyes.
"Great, another dead thing. Now how am I supposed to get rid of the smell?" He put his hands on his hips, scolding the corpse not realizing only Ducky could pull of talking to dead things.
The End