"Why do I suspect the really good ones are the ones no one else knows about?" Bill asked, arching a brow.
Nonetheless, he did have a collection of stories to call his own. A set for each audience, even. He brushed the backs of his knuckles against his bottom lip, considered, and spoke.
"Alright, how about this one: I was working on the tomb of what was rumoured to be a famous Eyptian court magician who had been extremely well-rewarded by the pharaoh for serviced rendered. After breaking an mind-boggling number of curses -- some of which were quite nasty, thank you, especially if you ever desired having children -- to say nothing of the labyrinthine maze of this tomb...I had come to uncover that what the magician had prized most, above all, was cats. His burial chamber was filled to the brim with all the mummified corpses of his pet felines, all, two thousand something of them. To make matters more interesting, our eccentric magician thought it would be quite humourous to leave one last curse behind, enchanting all said two thousand feline mummies back into reanimation once it was triggered."