Necromancer: Arise my creation! Live!

Flesh Golem: UrrrAaww damnit! Not again!

N: It speaks! Wait, what?

FG: You wizards have got to cut me a break. This is like the 4th time you’ve used my brain.

N: Oh, I didn’t-

FG: I’m so sick of this Frankenstein crap! Put me back.
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N: I’m not exactly su-

FG: You didn’t study the unsurrection spell!? What are they even teaching you kids at the academy these days?!

N: I’m so sorry. I’ll go get the headmaster.

FG: Is it still Gavin?

N: Y-yes.

FG: No, don’t get them. They’re an ass and I owe them 40 bucks.

N: Ok but...

FG: Out with it kid.

N: I don’t know how to send you back.

FG: It’s simple. See that knife?

N: Yeah?

FG: Stab me with it until I die.

N: That’s not a spell?

FG: Well sometimes a wrench is a hammer. Now get to stabbing before I go all “monstrous rage” on you.

N: *grunts in exertion*

FG: You’re not very good at this.

N: Actually, I’m pretty good.

FG: Could have fooled me.

N: No, not at stabbing. You’re right. But I made you nearly invincible when I made your body.

FG: Oh, well that is pretty good...

N: Thank you.

FG: ...for you.

FG: Where did you find my brain?

N: It was locked away. You were supposedly one of the smartest minds from this school.

FG: Couldn’t have been that smart if my brain ended up in a jar. Let me guess, you stole the brain to prove some point or have me exact revenge for you?

N: I didn’t know you had already need resurrected.

FG: Yeah, give something 20 years and its legend. 100 years and people forget. So why am I here?

N: I just wanted to talk.

FG: Really? I’m not what all the stories say kid, I assure you.

N: ...

FG: Alright. Out with it.

N: You’re my grandfather. Or grandmother. Well my great great great gr-

FG: Alright. I get it. No more greats, it’ll go to my head. You’re sure about this?

N: Pretty sure.

FG: Well that complicated things. Now I’m bound by arcane paths to help you.

N: Really!?

FG: No.

FG: But if you are my... grandchild, I’ll help you.

N: Really!? Thank you so much!

FG: Don’t thank me kid. I just can’t have my descendants ruining my good name by being lackluster wizards.

N: Hey! I brought you back!

FG: What? You want congrats?

N: Yes?

FG: Lesson one: No.

N: I think I’m going to regret this.

FG: You and me both kid.

N: Well...

FG: What?

N: What’s the next lesson?

FG: Lesson two: A wizard must be sneaky. Secret me into the cafeteria.

N: You just want to eat everything.

FG: I was DEAD a few minutes ago. Cut me some slack.

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