You're a ghost! Well ... not really

You look at yourself ... you're still as fat as ever, and pure white. You must be a ghost. "So this is what death's like," you think, "You'd think I'd feel a bit lighter." You feel like you weigh more then you did when you were alive. You can see a wall in front of you and decide to walk through it. You run towards it, only to bounce back as your stomach collides with solid metal. You fall back, sending a cloud of white stuff flying around you. You look at your stomach. At the area of impact, your fur is its regular color. You taste some of the white powder around you. It's flour. You've landed in a huge pile of flour. You feel sort of embarassed, but no one is around so, no harm done. Where are you?

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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