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This was apparently Len’s life now. He had become the poster child for what happened when you didn’t run away from the monsters that lived under your bed. Instead, he’d made friends with the monsters—the less irritating ones, anyway—and now he was stuck with a front-row seat to the potential destruction of the human race.
“Great,” Len muttered. “So, not only am I a filthy necromancer, but I’m also incompetent at it?” He rolled his eyes heavenward. “A guy could get a complex, you know.”
“Human views on nudity are bizarre and tiresome,”
