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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]

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....]