A Halloween Drabble, however you want it.

Just because you're a slave to the most misguided AI since 2001 doesn't mean you can't have a little fun.

"It's okay, right?" William cooed, throwing a white sheet over Manta and positioning the little eyeholes on its head just so. Manta stiffly bleated when William clambered onto its back, the sheet bunching up under his clearly labeled patellas. Williams sat back and drummed his fingertips—er, distal phalanges—on the very inaccurate representation of his respective femurs. He glanced down, brow furrowed.

"Man, where are they? I'm starving. Look, you can see my ribs."

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"Now I've definitely got a bone to pick with them."

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"Come on, Manta, don't you find my jokes... humerus?"

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Manta hovered silently, contemplating its escape.