Oh shit nigger you're a skeleton bounty hunter on a mission to take down a lich named Steve.
You're currently tracking his trail through a spooky forest.
What do you do?
Oh and your sidekick is your own soul/ghost
Congrats! Your name is now "The Crowing for the skelly Claudio for the soul."
And since the ghost is your own soul, he is also called "The Crowing for the skelly Claudio for the soul."!
"Oh, he's inside that giant evil necropolis right outside this forest"
Now back to us lecturing the tree on our people's long and storied history, starting with your great great great great great great great great skelepapay who was the first skeleton in your family, and how he worked his fingerbones to the marrow feeding your less skeletal wife. Back in those days, skele and fleshy marriages were frowned upon, but love always finds a way. Of course his son eventually became skull bane, ruler of the dead, holder of the deeds to the under gates, first advisory to the supreme evil, and brother to sully the jelly like.
"That's a lie! He did it, not Steve!"
"Thanks forest god"
"Steve, did you possess The Crowing for the skelly Claudio for the soul to burn down this tree?"
"There you go"
But you have a job right now: hunting down Steve.
Lake Monster asks: "So, we're going to take down this Steve guy with just the two of us?"
have a teary eye'd montage of all the good and bad times you had with The Crowing for the skelly Claudio for the soul.
Like that time you were going to go to a Judas Priest concert but you missed the bus
that's what happens when you have 5-50 different random assholes throwing out ideas which are picked via lottery while being unhindered by a publisher, rating system, or budget.
Mumble to yourself "No wait this plan is crazy... Just so crazy it might work!" Then laugh madly.
While we are laughing to ourselves our soul shows up with a new poak bun shirt.