...I'm gonna take your word on that one. Don't know much of anything about ghosts.

[Aside from the occasional cheesy horror movie they watch while the Anderson's are asleep, anyway. She'll bow to his superior knowledge, here.]

Why does he even need to eat, that's what I'd be asking. But I'd probably not enjoy all my stuff being covered in slime, either. It don't sound like a good time. But sounds like you're stuck with him.

[It's okay, buddy, BE MAD about the gross nightmare, it's better than forgetting everything. ]