“Hey?” Reggie asked. “Is Tizzy going to join us? He’s no longer singing; it’s been all instrumentals for a while now.”
Boggy paused while a zombie tried gnawing on one of his wings. “I would think so.” Boggy frowned. “Normally he enjoys this sort of thing as much as the next demon! I wonder why he hasn’t shown up?”
The no cut, no paste comes from Word replacing fonts as bitmaps. It tries to do that by default, I thought I’d turned that off, but I had to regenerate it several times so must have missed the last one.