Day 11

"Look at this, Gregor," the Ghost of Christmas Past said, picking up a small toy soldier. "Once your life wasn't filled with an endless search for ways to slate your many lusts and desires. Once all you wanted was a simple-"

The Mountain grabbed the Ghost of Christmas Past and shoved its face into the fire.

After a few moments the Ghost was freed and they stared at Gregor, slightly annoyed.

"I'm dead, Ser Gregor, you can't burn me."

Gregor tried again.

"We're going to need more than one night, I see."