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"I always wondered who kept track of time in this world. I've seen humans try, but it seems to get them killed. Aging and all that."
Like, still a reflection of Jack, conjured a large box from behind the counter and stepped out of the mirror.
It was a large purple box with a red bow and a label reading [i]Snazzy[/i], by the way Like handled it it seemed cumbersome and slightly heavy.

"As for the queen, she's on the other side of the bar. Your view is obstructed by the creature I understand we call John."

The zombie bartender groaned at Like for standing in his spot so Like politely stepped away.
"Uhm.. you've got a little something, right there." He said as he pointed at the gaping wound in the corpses neck.
The later didn't really respond.