[As he listens, Beetlejuice picks a stray flake of crud off his chin. Teaching his Pokemon to spread terror has been one thing, but there's a part of his pride that still stings from being utterly unable to uplift those milquetoast newlydeads.]
[Hmm.]
You can't be serious, kid! Children are creepy as hell!
[He closes the gap between them at an easy stroll and invites himself to sling an arm around Gregory's shoulders. He smells awful.]
Haven't you ever seen a scary movie where a little drowned girl crawls out of televisions and twists peoples heads around backwards? It wouldn't be nearly as scary if it was some middle aged Debbie from accounting!
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[Hmm.]
You can't be serious, kid! Children are creepy as hell!
[He closes the gap between them at an easy stroll and invites himself to sling an arm around Gregory's shoulders. He smells awful.]
Haven't you ever seen a scary movie where a little drowned girl crawls out of televisions and twists peoples heads around backwards? It wouldn't be nearly as scary if it was some middle aged Debbie from accounting!