"The gravity here is... inconsistent!" Arthur hissed. He managed to pin a pancake to the table with his left hand, while his right hand performed a series of frantic, jerky circles in the air, clutching a fork like a desperate conductor.
He didn't have muscles, but he had spirit. With a sudden, spastic lunge, he grabbed the entire table and flipped it into the air. If he couldn't bring the food to his mouth, he would simply let the chaos of the universe deliver it. Breakfast at Cemetery Free Download
"Right then," Arthur rattled, his jaw clicking with a sound like dry twigs snapping. "Time to put some meat on these bones. Theoretically." "The gravity here is
He reached for the spoon, but his arm didn't quite agree with the directive. It swung wildly to the left, knocking over a vase of wilted lilies. He tried to compensate, but his elbow locked, sending his hand diving face-first into the bowl of cereal. Milk splashed against his ribs, dripping through the empty cavity where his stomach used to be. He didn't have muscles, but he had spirit
Arthur froze. The clock was ticking. He had twenty more breakfasts to get through if he wanted to reach the legendary "Golden Waffle" of the Great Beyond. He looked at the spilled milk, the airborne fruit loops, and the pancake currently acting as a hat.
The mist didn't bother Arthur. Being a skeleton, he lacked the lungs to find it damp or the skin to find it cold. What did bother him was the sudden, inexplicable urge for a well-balanced breakfast.