[By virtue of being himself, Venkman intermittently strolls up to that cabinet and violently shakes it in the hopes of dislodging a few of those cans of worms. Occasionally, he succeeds and opening up one or two as they crash onto the metaphorical floor. And usually, they're tucked away neatly again within minutes. That's fine. He's not stopping any time soon. He's spent fifteen years on this task- what's another fifteen?]
i told him a bit of what to expect
namely, that you're still egon, just with a different hair color
shockingly, that knowledge didnt dissuade him from wanting to see you
[Something in the back of his mind reminds Venkman of how much he'd despise the thought of his hair color being the only difference between him and his alternate self. He puts that thought on his own mental cabinet of "shit we're not unpacking today".]
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i told him a bit of what to expect
namely, that you're still egon, just with a different hair color
shockingly, that knowledge didnt dissuade him from wanting to see you
[Something in the back of his mind reminds Venkman of how much he'd despise the thought of his hair color being the only difference between him and his alternate self. He puts that thought on his own mental cabinet of "shit we're not unpacking today".]