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crystal: Rebecca, do you think I could skip out a bit early? I've got stuff I need to do...
rebecca: Oh, but I need you here, Crystal. You had all morning off.
crystal: Yeah, but...
rebecca: No buts. I can't let you leave unless you have a good reason.
crystal: A friend needs me...
rebecca: And I suppose this friend is of the undead variety.
rebecca: It's okay, Crystal. I know all about her.
crystal: It's personal... you know... girl stuff...
rebecca: What? That you need to find better hiding place for your zombie before Barlow finds her?
crystal: Uh... that's a euphemism I've never heard...
rebecca: Crystal, I know all about the zombie.
crystal: Please?... Just this once?... I just can't say what's it's about.
rebecca: You don't need to. I know you want to find a better hiding place for your zombie.
crystal: How do you always know everything?!
rebecca: Ha! There isn't much that goes on in Spider Cliff and the Sheriff and I don't know.
rebecca: I know that you're hiding a zombie in the cemetery. I know Barlow will find it eventually. I even know that in five seconds, a stain will appear on the floor behind me.
crystal: That doesn't... whoa, hey! How'd you do that?
crystal: I just HAVE to know how you knew that.
rebecca: It's a ghost-pie stain. It appears there at the same time every day, and someone has to clean it up every day. It's really quite a nuisance.
crystal: A ghostly pie stain? I'm sure there's a good reason why your diner is haunted by desserts.
rebecca: Yeah. I was reading through a spell-book and found a recipe for a ghost pie. I thought it would save a lot on supplies, being able to conjure up pies from nothing... well, I learned a lesson there...
crystal: What happened? Did it taste bad?
rebecca: It tasted fine... but it, well, passed right through.
crystal: Yeah, but rich pies can do that.
rebecca: No, it passed through immediately. And right through the floor, too. All that was left was the stain, which comes back every day.
crystal: If you knew Annabelle, you'd know she's a good zombie.
rebecca: I understand, being a demon, that you have a different perspective. The simple fact remains that zombies are not meant to exist among the living. It's almost completely without precedent.
crystal: I don't believe she'd stab the Sheriff.
rebecca: Crystal, we still don't know what happened yesterday. Anything is possible. I'm not even sure we'll EVER know what happened.
crystal: If you and the Sheriff knew about it, why didn't you do something about it?
rebecca: Well, we thought the situation was under control... until we lost Wednesday. Now we don't know what's going on or how it happened.
rebecca: But the responsibility for dealing with the zombie goes to you and Barlow. You should've told him the first chance you had. You had several chances to tell him, and each time you refused.
crystal: And it never occurred to you that YOU could tell him?
rebecca: I expect that you'd do it. You've had enough chance. Here's another chance, now.
barlow: Rebecca, I have a bug favor to ask...
rebecca: Just a minute, Barlow. Crystal here has something important to tell you.
barlow: You do?
crystal: I do?
rebecca: Go ahead.
crystal: But she's different. She can be reformed.
rebecca: Even if she can be controlled by you, there's still the problem of feeding her. Zombies require brain, human brains... and if they don't get them, even a powerful demon will have no control over them.
crystal: Maybe there's something we can use... you know, some soy-based brain-like product.
rebecca: If it doesn't store knowledge, it's not going to adequate.
crystal: ALMOST without precedent? What do you mean?
rebecca: Well... I remember hearing somewhere... that there once was a zombie living here in Spider Cliff.
crystal: Great! See? It could work?
rebecca: I'm not so sure. I don't know the details, but I don't think it ended well.
crystal: barlow, there's something I need to tell you...
barlow: I don't have time for this! I'm really close to closing this case!
barlow: Rebecca, I need you to do something... I need you to conjure up Beatrice Sluggmosse.
crystal: We're, uh... we're thinking of naming a sandwich after you.
barlow: Fine, whatever. Just make sure it has lots of horseradish.
barlow: But never mind that. I came here because I need you help, Rebecca. I need you to conjure up Beatrice Sluggmosse.