Thanks to the carefully mapped out lines of light sensors, walking up to my porch gets you accosted by a cheeky pirate skull, snivelled at by a brain who then growls at you, a haunted mirror shows you Death, and Leroy, my trusty skull in a platter, may advise you not to trust me, or sing a snatch of "I Aint Got No Body," before you make it to the
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