Why bother doing that when you can just offer the corpse to a few kids from Wisconsin if they pry it out for you?
Oh good Lord. A few nights ago one of my coworkers, quite the extreme Baptist sort, looked at a WoW box and said, “This looks like witchcraft.”
Something tells me she wasn’t talking fluffy-bunny Wicca sort of witchcraft either. (Note: I know not all Wiccans are fluffy. I only mean a subset of them.)
“It’s just fantasy,” I said. Boy, did that take restraint on my part. She didn’t answer.