'...Can we just go back to Santa Claus, please? Out of every fifty phonemes I processed during that whole list, fully forty-nine made no sense. What the hell is a teleporting unit, word-magic, some thing called Pommy that nobody knows what it is, a zombie, rabbits with pants--
I give up.'
Forget I asked.
'One thing's for certain, though: she hasn't been kept from the supernatural. That, or something in the water here has made everyone stark raving insane, in which case I think I'd better try and get one of those butter knives on my person as soon as possible.'
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I give up.'
Forget I asked.
'One thing's for certain, though: she hasn't been kept from the supernatural. That, or something in the water here has made everyone stark raving insane, in which case I think I'd better try and get one of those butter knives on my person as soon as possible.'