Ghoul takes a long look at the book, eyes wide. That book is a person.

That book is a fucking person.

Or it used to be. Perhaps saying it was made from a fucking person would be more accurate, but either way, Ghoul is amazed. It's the most gruesome thing he's heard in a while and he makes a mental note to be very, very careful about touching anything on the shelves around here. Otherwise, he laughs in a slightly uneasy way. "Maybe I oughta be comin' to you for protection instead." He could have a whole library full of enemies. How cool. And creepy. And nasty. But cool...ish.

"You all really do have to worry about bein' trapped pretty often, don't you? That's shit."