“"Dis?" groaned Grom Ironside, stomping his feet. Sebastian laughed. It looked like the recently exed-dwarf was doing a manic dance. All they needed was some pom poms on their decaying hands and they could join the Magnetites' cheerleaders.

"Almost," replied Sebastian, "but try and be a bit closer to the body."

Grom staggered forward, almost tripping over their beard until their feet came to rest with the corpse. They stood their staring blankly.

"Feet!" cried Sebastian, "do the feet thing again."

Grom looked even more blank, if such a thing was possible.

"Oh this is hopeless," thought Sebastian. "If only there was a way... I've got it!"

From the deepest depths of his mind, Sebastian dredged to the surface an ancient song from his childhood

"Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away,'ere break of day
To find our long forgotten gold"

And as if by magic, Grom began to move with the music. Arms windmilling and feet stomping in time. This uncertain and irregular movement caused them to fall over, making contact with the body with a might wooomph.

Close enough thought Sebastian, I just hope I don't lose my voice during a game.”