Peter, Raymond, Winston and Egon were putting their feet up after a busy day of busting, they had fat stacks of ghost money in their pockets and eight hours of free time. Free time that they had nothing to do with.
Looking through their fridge, they found that they had four slices of cheese, a half-eaten croissant, and a twinkie. Which meant only one thing, it was time to order pizzas, get out the vodka, and wake up completely hammered in the back garden of a stranger.
About 5 hours into their escapades, a drunken Peter Venkman had an idea, and idea that was going to change the meaning of the word "Ghostbusters" forever.
"Guys, guys, guys, we have traps full of ghosts and this party isn't going anywhere, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Nobody was thinking what he was thinking.
"I'm thinking, we release these ghosts, head into the bedroom, and do a little experiment."
Initially shocked at how out of character they were all acting, they headed into the bedroom, and released the ghosts.
The ghosts, seeing the naked bodies of their former captors sprawled out on a bed, knew exactly what was going on, and they were more than willing to participate.
At first, the Ghostbusters couldn't figure out how to fuck a ghost, but they soon got the hang of it thanks to the semi-solid of ghost bodies, and their own semi-solid bodies.
Grunting, sweaty men met screaming ghosts,as the room got hotter and hotter, man and spirit reaching a seemingly impossible climax, semen and ectoplasm got everywhere as the experiment came to a highly satisfying conclusion.
The ghosts were quickly returned to their traps, and the Ghostbusters never talked about what they did that evening.