Phoebe:
Well, what about Egon?
Ray Stantz:
Well, he wasn't helping. We went from ten calls a week to one if we were lucky. Egon started to tell people that their little ghost problems didn't matter because the world was coming to an end. He got spooky. Freaked me out. One morning, I go to work and Ecto-1, our old Cadillac, is gone, his neutrona throwers, collider pack, all the traps, 16 ounces of fuel isotope, all gone! He cleaned us out. Now we were the dead ones.
Phoebe:
Don't you think might've had a reason?
Ray Stantz:
He phoned me about ten years later, some small town in Oklahoma. He kept rambling on about "the rising storm" and "the huge psychic tornado" that was gonna "consume humanity in darkness forever." And, kid, I wanted to believe.
Phoebe:
You don't understand. There is this mountain and it has these ancient carvings...
Ray Stantz:
Kid, kid, kid, there are a lot of mountains up there with ancient carvings. Take a little advice. Don't go chasing ghosts.
Phoebe:
Egon Spengler was my grandfather.
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