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[No matter where you are, what you're doing, and what door you're opening -- when you open it, there's blood everywhere and

MIKU IS DEAD.]

[Eek, she's ticklish. She lets out a squeak.]

H-Huh?!

[She backs away from her.]

[Still facedown, she says:]

Sorry, I'm ticklish there.

You talk?!

[OH GOD IT IS A GHOST LEN-KUN WAS RIGHT

OR WHAT IF IT'S A ZOMBIE]

[She lifts her head up, face a little stained with 'blood' that she was laying on.]

Of course I do!

[...Zombies don't talk.]

Well, good. Hey, is that blood?

It's supposed to be. Pretty realistic, right?

Yeah, it fooled me for a second! Ahhh, but you're going to have to clean that up...

Leave it to me! I'm used to cleaning up these kinds of stains.

Great! Hey, how come you were pretending to be dead, anyway?

I was waiting for my husband to come home. This is how I usually greet him.

...Won't that scare him?