Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective Promotional Video

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Bird Brain

A blue blur flittered past Jowd’s face and onto the head of a green haired, very short man.

“Damn Bird!”

“She doesn’t do anything, Jowd.”

“Except bother me”.

“She just sits on my head,” Pigeon Man protested. “If you don’t like it, that’s your problem”.

“She sits. On your head.”

“Yes.”

“That’s all?”

“Yes”.

“She doesn’t eat, sleep, anything. She just sits on your head.”

They both knew where this was going. Jowd was going to make a snarky comment. Pigeon Man braced himself in the silence before the storm.

“So, like pige-on, pige-off except it doesn’t”.

“That was so bad.” Pigeon Man replied, slightly underwhelmed. “I thought you could do better”

“Hey, I’m just making these up on the fly!”

“Yeah, well toucan play at that game”

Jowd’s face switched from a smile to mocking surprise. “This is cruel, you’re robin me of my jokes!”

“They’re very cheep”.

“Owl say so”.

“Wouldn’t it be Owl’d?”

“No time for grammar when you’re punning on a roll, Bird Brain”.

Pigeon man rolled his eyes. “Crow up and get out of here”.

“Never” Jowd was smirking now, and with another snarky remark they would be laughing, but he was waiting. The time had to be right. The stage had to be set for the ultimate joke.

But his face dropped as he realised…

“I’m out of bird puns”.

My first Cababela! I'm not what I think of this.

why the fuck does english have a word for

but not for “the day after tomorrow”

???

three hundred and sixty five tigers! thank you for seeing me through!

Owls

I’m gonna be real with you Cuno, I don’t think you can reclaim that

ghost cowboys 👻🏜️

(also, all ghost songs on bandcamp now!  https://louiezong.bandcamp.com/album/ghost-songs)