Agent Bones strutted into the haunted warehouse, vertebrae clicking like high heels on concrete. Ghosts wailed, lights flickered, and a poltergeist hurled a forklift—she ducked casually, skull tilting with sass. “Please,” she said, voice echoing from her ribcage, “you think that scares me? I haven’t had organs in decades.” She whipped out her ecto-blaster, bones gleaming. The ghosts didn’t stand a ghost of a chance.
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