Tim Burninghead leaped out of the window of the hearse with guns blazing. Every skeleton in town feared this man, but in his long absence they'd grown complacent. The fortifications and precautions they'd been warned to take had been ignored, and when Tim realized the hearse-gnasher had fallen out of maintenance, he seized his opportunity to collect some bones.
Jointbreaker and Tendonmelter fired from Tim's hands, and any unlucky skeleton that was struck, immediately collapsed into a pile of bones. At the rattle of the first victim, Snatcher scurried out from the hearse and collected the bones in his sack. When the streets were cleared, Tim and Snatcher retreated to the hearse and sped out the same way they came.
He'd been low on bones, and his spoils from this day would have to last him some time. The skeletons would likely resume heavy attendance to their precautions, meaning it'd be a long time before Tim Burninghead could return to Skeletown.
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