But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

I've been a ghost for a fucking hour, White, cut me some slack.

[He's thinking he's thinking about appearing....and nothing. But the mirror in the hallway shows him for a quick second before he vanishes]

I don't think it works that way.

[whitetwoguns]

Long enough to move couches. [We all know it's there but he still gestures to it.] Long enough to go slamming doors.

[No sympathy from the old man right about now, Pink.]

Good to know you're still here at least.

[Like car keys. It's a necessity.]

Guess we'll take a rain check or something.

[orangetoughguy]

Whoa. Did you fuckin' see that?

[Oh God don't hate him, White, but the kid's suddenly interested in Pink's side of the whole affair. He caught that flash of a reflection in the mirror.]

Shit so it ain't a swap. That's fucking unreal.

[Now he's looking for the weasel's device.] Talk into this.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

For fuck's sake it was an accident!

[The lights flicker more, because fuck you, White. Also the drawers and cabinets open.

Luckily he manages to calm down a little. The TV turns off, and there's silence, and then there's snowy static on the comm device. Pink's voice is tinny and smaller.]

Hello?

[whitetwoguns]

[He's looking all around at that. Those are accidents too? Seems like every time the guy flips his shit something happens. It's like some invisible Hulk.]

That works too. We can hear you.

[Not perfectly but he's there.]

[orangetoughguy]

Hey hey chill the fuck out man, don't shit a brick.

[Or you know, pop one from the walls right into Freddy's face. Damn. Oh but look now the device has a cool feeling to it and the screen brightens like it's being used even though Orange hasn't touched a single button.]

Wow. [Right into his hoodie pocket the device goes.] See anything?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[There's a pause.....and then.]

You've got twenty six cents and a cigarette.

[whitetwoguns]

You feel differently?

[Woah. Shit. Good thing that wasn't one of the old man's pockets. The one that has lube in it. Awkward. Well, they are going in that direction. Maybe not to night after all but...heh.]

That's a pretty fucking neat trick.

[He'll agree to that.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Who knew a box of single-use disposable packets could go a long way. Just like condoms really. But hearing Pink mention this he quickly takes the device out and puts it on the table.]

Way too neat.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[The device flickers and Pink is back in the TV.]

If this is a curse then it's a pretty fucking interesting one.

[whitetwoguns]

Interesting.

[Of all the words.]

Not fucking crazy or weird?

[Sounds like he's well adjusted enough for this bullshit.]

Guess dinner plans are canceled.

[orangetoughguy]

Are you gonna be okay like this?

[See, Freddy cares. If he didn't Pink could do some pretty massive damage to more than just his ego.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Shrug. The lights stabilize]

This shit could be worse.

[whitetwoguns]

Since you can use the device, if you need us give a holler.

[A little solidarity here. Pink may be a coward, a cheat and everything else that is annoying but they got one another's backs.]

I dunno what kinda good we can do here now.

[Yup. Uh...]

[orangetoughguy]

If anyone tries to suck you up in a ghost trap, call.

[Because Freddy wants to meet the Ghostbusters. Er and also plead for Pink's freedom because well, that's just the nice thing to do. Maybe they can even make the weasel owe them one.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah, I'll do that.

[Why he doesn't follow them home silently is mostly because he knows they're fucking and he don't wanna see that shit]