"Right then," Arthur rattled, his jaw clicking with a sound like dry twigs snapping. "Time to put some meat on these bones. Theoretically."
He pulled a rickety wooden table between two mossy headstones and laid out a spread that would make a nutritionist weep. There were "Fruity Loops" that smelled vaguely of old cedar, a carton of milk that had surely seen better decades, and a stack of pancakes that looked remarkably like flattened tombstones.
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He didn't have muscles, but he had spirit. With a sudden, spastic lunge, he grabbed the entire table and flipped it into the air. If he couldn't bring the food to his mouth, he would simply let the chaos of the universe deliver it.
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"The gravity here is... inconsistent!" Arthur hissed. He managed to pin a pancake to the table with his left hand, while his right hand performed a series of frantic, jerky circles in the air, clutching a fork like a desperate conductor. There were "Fruity Loops" that smelled vaguely of
He reached for the spoon, but his arm didn't quite agree with the directive. It swung wildly to the left, knocking over a vase of wilted lilies. He tried to compensate, but his elbow locked, sending his hand diving face-first into the bowl of cereal. Milk splashed against his ribs, dripping through the empty cavity where his stomach used to be.