"Holy crap! You're like Peter Pan or somethin'!" shouted Ergot.<br/><br/>"A ghost Ergot." Chrysler said. "He's a ghost."<br/><br/>"What! I can't chomp a ghost! Ohhh man. If only Kat were here. She'd know what to do."<br/><br/>"Well, try thinking like her then."<br/><br/>Ergot put his fingers to his chin, postulating the most effective method to solve this situation. His eyes widened... and then bolted out the hole he created.<br/><br/>"HEY!" Elvis called out for Ergot, but he was too far for him to hear. "Hmmm, wrong choice of words honey." Chrysler lowered her head, only to bring it back up when the top of her burqa started to vibrate once more. She turned around to find Basil walking in. What Basil could see of Chrysler was her angry, squinting eyes, that reached deep into his soul. "So you're a Danny Phantom wannabe huh?" Elvis sneered to Chris, kicking a small rock at him.