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[neverstudied]

"Hey, this is Dr. Peter Venkman- I'm probably busy. If you're calling about something stupid done by a Dr. Egon Spengler or a Dr. Ray Stantz, I'm sorry for whatever they did. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

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[neverstudied]

Hey, why not? You'll get to become one with the dirt and the fungi and mold. Thought that's how you'd wanna go.

[Tarantula does not budge, and instead purrs harder. Nermal tilts his head at Doc's words, curious. He's grooming you! This is what cats do with creatures they like! He stops for now, though he's still gently clinging to her.]

[pkemeter]

I don't know if you've noticed, but this hotel room does not have dirt as a means of decomposition. At best, I would waste away with my flesh still intact.

[...Ew. Morbid. He still pushes against Tarantula, audibly straining with effort before lying back down again, defeated. It's been a few months since he's done any heavy lifting, including the proton packs.]

At least come over here, will you?

[Doc taps her shorter claw against the underside of her head, as if thinking. Huh. Clauncher just kinda go picking out stuff in each other's shells. Like this! She ruffles her shorter claw into Nermal's fur, searching for any dust or bugs. She starts picking at some of the skin, causing it to flake off. Doc sneezes, her antennae twitching as she reels back.]

[neverstudied]

Ehhh, details. I can drag you outside, throw your body on a garden somewhere and let you fertilize it.

[Venkman obliges, though, lying down on the floor with his arms crossed behind his head.

Nermal winces a little at the prodding, but accepts it- this is how she grooms, so its ok! It doesn't matter if it hurts a little!

He tries to mimic Doc, gently digging his claws into the spaces between parts of her shell to pick at her.]

[pkemeter]

Could you? It would be an interesting exercise to observe my body being slowly reclaimed by fungi as a ghost.

[It's hard to tell if he's being serious or if he's joking. A little bit of both, maybe?

Doc moves her claw a little more gently, scraping off little bits of loose or matted fur and letting it float to the floor. Some of that fluff ends up floating towards Egon's face. He frowns, trying to lift his hand to shoo it off, but he's blocked by the big cat sitting on his chest right now. His nose itches as he tries to blow it away.

The only inevitable conclusion, of course, is that Egon lets out a monstrous sneeze, causing Doc to let out a startled noise and skitter towards Sir Wigglesworth. Wigglesworth backs away with Doc, letting out a series of indignant squeaks.]

[neverstudied]

Yeah, of course. What, you think I'd let you get buried in a coffin or cremated like someone normal? I'd have your spirit standing over me every night all depressed until I threw you on a body farm, or submitted your corpse for science, or let you decompose in a swamp somewhere, where your bones can be found centuries in the future and you'll be displayed in museums for years to come.

[True love.

Both Nermal and Tarantula are startled by the sneeze, and finally hop off of Egon- Nermal with some level of grace, Tarantula putting her paws in all the wrong places and jabbing Egon hard in the ribs as she uses him as a springboard. Look, she's new to being big, it'll take her a while to figure out how to place her paws correctly again.

Venkman just glances over.]

Bless you.

[pkemeter]

[Egon slowly pushes himself into an upright position, leaning against his hands and inching himself forward. He winces slightly, touching his chest where Tarantula stepped on him. He glance down at Venkman and says in a quiet tone:]

I hope you know that I love you very much.

[This is absolutely in response to the whole...corpse...conversation....]