“why are all these ghosts gloomy old men? Where are the women?”

“Faughh! Spiderwebs! All over my FACE!”

“Did they go this way, d’ye think?”

“I can’t SEE anything.”

“So she won’t explode messily when I activate what she’s now holding.”

“Palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy”

“And when, Sire, have you ever tasted cheap ale?”