Good. Guess the other me's got some priorities in order if he was ready to deck your dad within the first hour of meeting him.

[Tarantula is fascinated by floating brain baby. Her momentary fear dissipates, and she tries to spin Ko around a few more times before Egon moves her away. The Meowth whines in disapproval.

Venkman rubs at his temples, wincing.]

I feel like my brain's melting, here.