Mort nosed his way through the sack of refuse, contemplating the jagged path a once-eminent Time Magus had taken through the sands of time to land himself in the body of a goat, with no means to jump again or even to find his way back into a human body. "Balls," he swore, choosing a banana peel to snack on.
"Thinking about your, what was it, jagged path through the sands of time?"
"You shouldn't mock a cripple," he grumbled.
"Aww, I wasn't mocking. You know you're my favorite ghost-goat," Rocio soothed, scratching behind his ears.
"Goat-ghost," he corrected.
"Whatever."
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