[ just then— tah-dah! you didn't think he'd hide away forever from such a sport like you! gengar's hands, feet and body begin to whirl into themselves and form, giving more chuckles as he gets in an kaneda's personal space and inspects him every which way. lifting his shirt, picking at his hair, looking inside his ear—
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silly, you can't bury him. he's a ghost.
you don't even have a shovel ]