The royal lady Nefer-nefer. It wasn't that they married her off to her bucktoothed brother, it wasn't the ancient thieves who interrupted the royal repose and made off with her funerary riches, it wasn't those 2,500 years in an obscure pit in the the Valley of Queens, no. It wasn't that dratted Lars Olafson, self-styled archaeologist, disturber of the dead, who shipped her, not first class, but as freight, mind you, freight, and the side trips as misplaced luggage to Abu Dhabi and Dubai, oh no. It was the trip on the rattling train to the museum in Kenosha. Kenosha! Ptah knows, a girl has her limits. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. She stirs, and she is, to put it mildly, peeved. Kenosha will know the horror of royal disfavor! And she hasn't entirely forgotten that wretch, Lars, either.
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Halloween is coming, and that means it's time for things that go bump in the night.Stay tuned for the continuing story of Lars Olafson and his misguided efforts to collect antiquities and make a buck or two at the Kenosha Museum of Antiquities and Dry Goods Emporium. Soon Kenosha will pay the price of his greed and poor taste.
BWAAAhaha!
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