Shhh, don't say that so loud. [He looks over his shoulder, as though expecting to see disembodied ghost hands come out of the ceiling or hear cackling.] My Haunter will hear you. Though fuck, who am I kidding, he's probably already thought of a million ways to make me regret it, he's just waiting for the right time.

But dang, dude, that is unfortunate. [Cecil, how do these things keep happening to you. Just how.] Maybe it's just a new, shiny effect though? Maybe they'll...get bored of it soon.

[Hopefully. Possibly.]