I was walking in the desert and I looked over my shoulder and saw a skeleton. I didn't think about it, and I scurried along. About three or four miles later on my walk I came to another skeleton, so I decided to take a risk and talk to him. I said, "Hey. Hey you. Skeleton!" The skeleton gave me no response and got up and walked away. I followed him now more interested in how the hell he was moving and why the hell he's out here. So I kept after him. As his pace quickend so did I until he came to a dead halt and looked back at me and said, "Goblins eat ice cream too!" Just then I heard footsteps behind me so I whipped my head around to see a goblin eating an ice cream cone. When I turned back to speak with the skeleton, he was gone. To this day I still wonder why the skeleton was there, why I was there, and why the hell was the goblin eating ice cream!