Lake Lewisia #873

He went looking for an exorcist after he nearly cut a finger off while chopping onions, the tears in his eyes born not of sulfurous compounds but of frustration, but the exorcist insisted it was no demon. Finally, a medium was able to determine that it was a ghost incessantly chattering in his ears with critiques of his cooking techniques. Since the ghost turned out to be haunting his best cast iron pan, seasoned by three generations of use, he was left with no other choice: he would have to get good enough to silence the harping or learn to work through it, because he certainly wasn't giving up the pan.

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LL#873