‘At last, I have done it!’ The mage spread their hands and cackled at the night sky. ‘I have swept aside the veil of unlife and created a minion capable of speech!’

They rushed forward and seized their grey-skinned undead by the shoulders. ‘Speak! Speak!’

The creature worked its jaw for a moment.

The mage waited with baited breath. These words would be written in the annals of history.

It crossed its arms. ‘Shan’t,’ it said sullenly.

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