[Egon seems to be having a staring contest with his Pyukumuku, who keeps bristling any time he tries to move to put a hand on her. He glances up at his name, raising an eyebrow.]

Hm. You're right. We have yet to measure our own battle prowess against each other.

[He turns to face Venkman directly. Cucumis begins very slowly wriggling towards the edge of the table to try and escape.]

How shall we do this, then? Three on three? Nothing overly complicated.