[Today was an ordinary day in The Land of the Dead. Héctor was just taking a stroll--- literally a normal fucking stroll down the streets when this.. group of people-- alive people suddenly passed over the bridge.

He took one take, two takes and he thought for sure that he just.. drank too much. Yeah. Too much alcohol.

Except his last drink was two nights ago.

Also it's not Dia Los Muertos so like the Fuck]

Ay-ay-ay, that's a lot of family we're gonna have to find to get their blessings...

[The skeleton expresses under his breath, before he walks over to the group.]

How did so many of you cross over the bridge at once? Did you steal an entire graveyard?!

[since as far as he knows the only way living people can get here is if they steal stuff or thats what hes heard anyway]