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Dripping down his face, pooling across his broad shoulders and falling in icky glops down his tuxedo was green gunk. The look on his face was priceless.
"Stop laughing," he warned me.
Of course like always I did not heed the warning. I finally calmed enough to where out, "What happened?"
"My doormen let the Ghostbusters into the club. They brought ectoplasm."
I let out another cackle of laughter. "Oh man." I struggled to breathe, "I'm going to pee myself."