Hookbill leaped upon his chair as he saw The Barrow Wight. He was about to once again recite a poem, but he was thrown off his chair by a brick that hit him in the stomach.
"No more o that nonsense!" cried the Wight who had thrown it, "You'll put us all in graves!"
"But we already are," said Hookbill, slightly winded, "Aren’t we?"
"Shut up!" Came the reply, "Just sit there and be quiet."
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