_{How will we know the end?}

_{You’ll  k n o w}

I mean, a skellington will stab me repeatedly and then you’ll cut my throat in an attempt at mercy and then I’ll be annihilated by a fireball. It will be pretty unambiguous.

It would have been better if he’d had like an imaginary bone arm he kept slapping away. “Oh Skeleton Soldiers, I get it now!” *lives*