"He's a ghost. Has limited control over reality through writing, and his prose is more purple than the books in the paperback section." Danny alliterated snarkily.

As Rich brought up his ghostliness, Danny half-considered telling him he was technically alive. But, secret identity was secret, and he wasn't sure what the hell was going on here anyways. Thus, he lied his ass off.

"Oh, you can say it. I'm dead. I've ceased to be. Kicked the bucket, shuffled off the mortal coil, I am an ex-parrot."