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SHOCKER as Greitbart has obtained secret conversations between former delegates @mcmasterdonia as well as @Pallaith and @Lord Nwahs in Singapore, an island in The North Pacific on a recent visit from Magicality City, paid for by the generous donation of @Simone with funds from selling World Assembly Merchandise.
Late one night, at the famous Haw Par Villa—a place already known for its eerie statues—three ghosts decided they needed a break from haunting people. They sat by the River Styx Food Court, sipping ghostly bubble tea.
“Why do Singaporean ghosts never get lost?” asked Xiao Bai who is the wispy spirit from Chinatown.
“Because they always ‘follow MRT!’” answered @mcmasterdonia, the ancient specter but recent immigrant fromDown Under The South Pacific, chuckling at his own joke.
The third ghost, Ponti, also known as Lord Nwahs and a mischievous Pontianak also from The South Pacific sighed. “You guys call that a joke? Here’s one: Why don’t ghosts eat chicken rice?”
“Why?” they asked.
“Because they can’t handle ‘extra soul’ sauce!”
Ah Huat groaned. “Okay, okay, that was better. But tell me this—why do ghosts love Singapore's weather?”
Ponti rolled her eyes. “I dunno, why?”
“Because it’s always humid enough for them to ‘appear’ out of thin air!”
Just then, a frightened security guard, @Pallaith approached, holding a torchlight like it was a magic wand. “I knew it! Haw Par Villa IS haunted!” he shrieked.
Xiao Bai grinned and floated closer. “Relax, uncle, we just came for supper. Don’t worry, we don’t ‘boo’ too much.”
Pallaith blinked. “Actually, you’re not so scary. Got any ghost stories?”
Ponti cackled. “Oh, we got plenty! But the scariest thing isn’t us—it’s trying to find a taxi after midnight!”
And with that, they disappeared into the night, leaving the guard laughing instead of trembling.
Disclaimer: partly generated from AI.
Late one night, at the famous Haw Par Villa—a place already known for its eerie statues—three ghosts decided they needed a break from haunting people. They sat by the River Styx Food Court, sipping ghostly bubble tea.
“Why do Singaporean ghosts never get lost?” asked Xiao Bai who is the wispy spirit from Chinatown.
“Because they always ‘follow MRT!’” answered @mcmasterdonia, the ancient specter but recent immigrant from
The third ghost, Ponti, also known as Lord Nwahs and a mischievous Pontianak also from The South Pacific sighed. “You guys call that a joke? Here’s one: Why don’t ghosts eat chicken rice?”
“Why?” they asked.
“Because they can’t handle ‘extra soul’ sauce!”
Ah Huat groaned. “Okay, okay, that was better. But tell me this—why do ghosts love Singapore's weather?”
Ponti rolled her eyes. “I dunno, why?”
“Because it’s always humid enough for them to ‘appear’ out of thin air!”
Just then, a frightened security guard, @Pallaith approached, holding a torchlight like it was a magic wand. “I knew it! Haw Par Villa IS haunted!” he shrieked.
Xiao Bai grinned and floated closer. “Relax, uncle, we just came for supper. Don’t worry, we don’t ‘boo’ too much.”
Pallaith blinked. “Actually, you’re not so scary. Got any ghost stories?”
Ponti cackled. “Oh, we got plenty! But the scariest thing isn’t us—it’s trying to find a taxi after midnight!”
And with that, they disappeared into the night, leaving the guard laughing instead of trembling.
Disclaimer: partly generated from AI.
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