It had been two months since Wobbles had seen the hand…
“I was walking through the glaciers one winter…”sang Wobbles,”Through the very merry month of December….
Then I suddenly awoke….
and there was a hand that went poke….
and I killed it with my mace!”
POKE !
Wobbles looked around carefully…
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Wobbles.
The hand was back, but it wasn’t an ordinary hand…. it was a ghost hand!!!!!!
“I thought I got rid of you!” said Wobbles.
BUT you cursed me, remember…”said the hand.
“No.”
“OH, I remember, I cursed myself…
I can’t completely die untill I Poke you 1,234,528,129,345,286,576,358,978,999,000,019 times.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” screamed wobbles.