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"You have reached Dr. Egon Spengler. Please leave a message, preferably fifty words or less."

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[Egon's practically halfway hidden by the table at this point. His face is an impressive shade of red.]

Ray--Ah, my dimension's version of Ray Stantz suggested the first. [He rubs his temples, closing his eyes in resignation.] But later, we--it was proposed that we could illicit a stronger reaction from the slime if a stronger emotional reaction could be triggered by any participating party.

[As he speaks, his words grow more and more mumbled.]

[ghoststanning]

[Ray just... gently rests his head on the table.]

I think I’m living in a nightmare...

[The worst part is that he can’t even say that any of this seems out of character for him.]

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[neverstudied]

Nightmare, you kidding? This feels like a dream.

[Venkman pauses, and looks at the sleeping Wimpod in his lap. He deliberately pulls out a Pokeball, retracts Roach, and steeples his hands together, grinning at Egon.]

So.

How much of that change of plans was just because of science, and how much was just Ray rationalizing his way into bed with you?

i hate this thanks

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[There's an uncomfortable pause.]

He made sure to ask multiple times whether I was comfortable with this arrangement.

[All Venkman can see is Egon's forehead and his hair. Good job. You've killed him.]

[ghoststanning]

[Yeah Ray is just out of commission right now. Thanks Venkman you killed him.]

[neverstudied]

[That does it. Venkman starts laughing into his hands, uncontrollably and somewhat hysterically. Ray and Egon can't see his face, but his shoulders are shaking from the effort of trying to keep quiet enough to not make a scene in this restaurant.

Weirdly enough, it doesn't sound derisive. And when Venkman finally looks up, he reaches his hands out to grab Ray and Egon's hands again.]

God. I fucking love you both. You ridiculous, stupid scientists.

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[Egon glances up when his hand gets grabbed, a slightly bewildered look on his face. His expression becomes a bit more neutral when he looks at Venkman, though his face is still flushed.

He then clears his throat and attempts to lift himself from his awkward sitting position, but his feet slip against the ground and he doesn't get very far. Can't use the table as leverage--that is, unless they want all of their food on the ground. Spengler pauses before quietly saying--]

I would like some assistance, please.

[ghoststanning]

[Ray offers a hand to Egon, not even lifting his head from the table as he does so.

Sorry he’s still reeling a bit from these revelations.]

[neverstudied]

[Egon's predicament just makes Venkman laugh again. He lets go of their hands and stands up, coming around to Egon's side of the table to help him up. As he does so, he leans in close to Egon's ear.]

Looks like one of the universal constants across dimensions is that you look damned good when you're flustered, Egie.

[He kisses Egon's cheek before leaning away slightly and addressing both him and Ray.]

So. What a bunch of revelations today, huh? Makes me wish we'd had this mood slime back home. And I bet you wish we had, too, right Ray?

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[Egon is helped up onto his feet by Venkman (and Ray, who provided emotional support and his hand). He raises a hand to touch the cheek that Venkman kissed him before clearing his throat and smoothing down the wrinkles in his clothes.]

Thank you. [Said in a quiet tone as he sits down again and--oh.

Once Venkman says that, he lets out a resigned groan, placing his head in his hands.]

[ghoststanning]

[Ray, meanwhile, Glares at Venkman.]

I'm breaking up with you, Pete.

[He's joking but >:(]

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[neverstudied]

No, you're not.

[He sticks his tongue out at Ray.]

If you didn't break up with me for anything I did in college, then I'm pretty sure we're stuck with each other forever.

Especially since the two of you fucking sewer slime on the job isn't a dealbreaker for me.

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[At Venkman's comment, Egon clears his throat loudly, covering his hand with his fist. His face burning, he shifts his gaze to his still unfinished food.]

May we talk about something other than the slime experiments? Anything else, please?

[he's dying]

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[Ray grips Egon's hand.]

See Pete? You're making Spengs embarrassed too, you oughta be ashamed of yourself.

[Is he even being serious right now]

[neverstudied]

Implying that I have ever in my life felt shame about making one of you blush. Especially Spengs. That right there- [He points at Egon's reddened face.] that's an achievement.

But yeah, I was gonna stop, don't worry. We are still in public, after all. I can always ask more questions later. [He winks.

More seriously, Venkman actually was about to stop. No use in dragging the jokes on too far. He may love teasing his partners, but not to the point of causing them genuine discomfort.]

So Egon, you wanna hear about the time we temporarily solved all the crime in New York?

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[He rubs his thumb against the back of Ray's hand, glancing up towards Venkman. That gets his attention--at least it's not slime-related. His face is still red though. Jerk.]

Were the crime rates supernatural in origin? I had a theory that the crime rate of New York City could be attributed to the negative energy accumulating beneath the island and manifesting itself in increased police brutality and apparent "crimes".

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[Ray does perk up at this and already seems to have forgotten about the slime thing.]

Nope! Just regular crimes.

Actually the reason why we got into solving crimes because there was so little supernatural activity in New York that we needed something to do.

But I imagine stopping crimes in nonviolent ways did wonders to help the crime rate.

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[Venkman, meanwhile, goes to return to his side of the table, then pauses. He grabs a fork and spears some of Egon's dissected cake on it, and sits back down to eat his stolen prize.]

It was one of those weird lulls, you know? Where there's weeks of no calls, no spectral activity- like all the ghosts in New York have up and left. Most of our calls were just Class II's at best. And we were broke. So Ray and the other you, designed some ghost trap variants that contained humans, instead.

Come to think of it, I'm amazed we didn't get arrested during that time. Guess that was before that Frump guy got hired.

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[Egon glares at Venkman briefly before addressing Ray--]

Interesting. So it is possible to capture physical matter within the ghost traps? I would like to learn of the specifications and adjustments you made.

[Just not going to address the whole moral dilemma behind that.]

If anything, this shows the incompetency of the police force as a whole--

[And then he pauses, and turns to stare at Venkman.]

You did say...."Frump", yes? With an F?

[ghoststanning]

Sure! It's really simple if you know what you're doing, just a simple rewiring of the proton packs-

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"With an F"? Do you know him with another name in your universe?

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Yes. His name is Trump. Unless he is somehow not an entirely different millionare with lucrative and unnecessary gaudy residential buildings, this is an incredibly strange difference between dimensions.

[neverstudied]

... That sounds more like Plump. The guy who runs Plump towers- remember that, Ray? Deadcon and the dentists?

But nah, I'm talking about Frump. NYPD. Real sweetheart.

[Venkman grimaces, putting his fork down.]

First time I met him, he came stomping into the firehouse and basically accused me of attempted manslaughter, with a ghost as my accomplice. Since then he's been an occasional thorn in our sides. Mine especially.

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....Dentists.

[He doesn't even sound surprised at this point.]

Never heard of Frump, though. The only person who's ever come close to interfering with our work consistently has been-- [He grimaces slightly and lowers his volume.] --Peck.

[ghoststanning]

Oh I remember that. Janine still hasn't quite forgiven me for making her release Stay Puft during Deadcon.

[Well more like she teases him about it every now and again but HE STILL HATES IT.

Ray suddenly glowers, in an almost uncharacteristic way.]

I remember dickless; I guess some things never change, huh? I'm guessing he let all the ghosts out of the containment unit too and then tried blaming it on us?

[neverstudied]

Ray, you unleashed a giant marshmallow man on New York twice. At least the second time he just wanted to make farmer's daughter jokes.

Ol' dickless. We haven't seen him around in a while, though. Not since his last lawsuit fell flat.