Last night I had a dream about a chick in a black bikini… –Akronos, ‘The Wise One’

The damned skull shows up right before he’s set to go home and visit his parents and follows him through the airport.

“Avenge my deeeeeath,” it says. “My muuuuuurderrrrrrrr….”

“Shut up!” he hisses. “I don’t even know you, man, why come to me? Don’t you have anyone who loved you?”

“Noooooo,” it moans. Its moan is low and whining. A sulky skull. “They were all jerrrrrrrrrks.”

“Anything to declare, sir?” says the TSA agent, his eyes very carefully avoiding the skull.

“Yeah, this damned skull won’t leave me alone! I’m not with this loser, if you were wondering. If you were wondering. It just showed up and won’t go away, like I don’t have anything better to do than go around avenging some random murder or whatever. If you were wondering, I’m really very busy right now, and this just doesn’t help, not a bit!”

The TSA agent yawns. “Any fluids to declare?”

“I’m made of ecccccctoplasssssssm,” moans the skull. “Eccccccctoplasssssssssssm!”