All Fletcher’s years at ghost-hunting college have finally paid off!

He saved Copernicus’ LIFE from that ghost. Maybe.

It kind of looked like the poor thing just wanted a hug.

That was too close; I almost turned into a nerd!

Now to enjoy a refreshing stein of mead, over a game of Woodlands and Wyverns.

Why yes, this IS a new cape.

He is currently awaiting prosecution for theft of intellectual property (also, he is not real).

I don’t know if those are bows, or you have candy wrappers stuck in your beard.

Either way, they’re really tying the whole package together.

I could spit on you, though. Would that help?

It doesn’t matter that I can’t fit inside the fortress properly.

My ARM can fit inside. And for one brief, shining moment, my arm feels like a king.

No, it’s… uh, it was SUPPOSED to be an ice cream scoop for my costume.

Thank you for drawing attention to my costume’s failings! Jerk.

To the untrained ear, it sounds like I’m just huffing and wheezing against a hunk of metal.

To the TRAINED ear, it sounds… pretty much the same.

It’s the simple things in life, you know?

Like the quiet, gentle crackling of a vaporized human crumbling into ash.

Beautiful.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to read this magazine about trucks.

You know better than to intrude on my Trucks’n'Farts night, Copernicus.

We’ve talked about this.