Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

Burdens, he would still insist. Men did not experience the growth of another form in their form, of two auras mixing and mingling. They would never know the pleasure of giving birth and contributing to the world. They would always be a donor to the experience. She grins madly at him, not saying a word. Why argue about it? He was just a man.

Her eyes bulge slightly, likening to her maddened craze. The spook finally laughs again at his insistence he'd actually kill a child for far less than weakness. Her breath may even tickle his nose, them standing so close. "Clearly, no fool" she muses at last, giving into his ego. "but yes, I may get, ah, fucked this year."

If the right suitor came along, that is. Poltergeist would gift the world her burdens. Let them cascade along the earth, ruining everything in their path... It was delightful to think about.