They caused the worst phantom pain- felt almost like real bullets, but there was nothing to remove, and no doctor would give us pain meds for them. Ray and the other you tried running a bunch of tests to manufacture pain meds for spectral pain, and then you both got fucked up from the side effects, so Winston and I had to deal with the two of you high while we were both still in pain. Thanks for that, by the way.

[He doesn't sound too bitter, at least. After all, sure, he got shot to pieces, but he got shot by Doc Holliday and the Earps. That makes up for a week or two of pain.]

Still better than real bullets, though. Real bullets probably would've killed us.

[It's right around then that he glances down.]

... Oh my God. She's a little cowboy with a trusty steed. Egon, I love her.

[Tarantula starts to climb up Egon's arm to reach his shoulders.]