“Johann was pretty happy. The win, and the celebration-brandy, saw to that. Ragnar sat in deep thoughts.
"Damn," he muttered. "Even when you are dead you can play bloodbowl."
Johann looked at him.
"Yes. So?"
"I mean, there is never any rest. Not ever."
Johann laughed.
"I'm pretty sure they won't dig up your fat carcass to have it play bloodbowl."
Ragnar shook his head.
"That's not what I meant. My third wife is playing with their team. She came back to haunt me like she said she would."
He sank back in his chair and rocked back and forth, while trying to down another brandy. ”
"Damn," he muttered. "Even when you are dead you can play bloodbowl."
Johann looked at him.
"Yes. So?"
"I mean, there is never any rest. Not ever."
Johann laughed.
"I'm pretty sure they won't dig up your fat carcass to have it play bloodbowl."
Ragnar shook his head.
"That's not what I meant. My third wife is playing with their team. She came back to haunt me like she said she would."
He sank back in his chair and rocked back and forth, while trying to down another brandy.
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