The ghost's side

By: Wakka59

PETER: HOLD IT! "The ghost's side"? Really? What kind of a name is that?!?

AUTHOR: It's the only thing I could come up with.

PETER: It's BORING! Why not something like, "The epic tale of Moby Dick!"

AUTHOR: Because, it has nothing to do with the story.

PETER: Fine.

*silence*

PETER: I'VE GOT IT! "Ghostbusters: The video game"

AUTHOR: You've got to be kidding me.

PETER: Fine then, how's about "Ectoplasmic memories"?

AUTHOR: Hmm,...I guess.

ECTOPLASMIC MEMORIES

By: Wakka59

PETER: *fake cough*

AUTHOR: Fine.

ECTOPLASMIC MEMORIES

By: Wakka59 Title by: Dr. Peter Venkman

Ghost #1: Slimer

EGON: Hello, I am Egon Spengler, of the Ghostbusters. I am recording these events of a ghost's past life we have just caught. How? We take the DNA of the ectoplasmic residue and put it in a certain container that can concentrate on a certain place and use the right sound waves equal to the amount of pi to th-

PETER: Eh?

RAY: What he means is he puts goo in a bottle and takes out the memory of it.

PETER: Oh. Hey, Egon. Isn't that, like animal abuse?

EGON: These are some of my partners, Peter Venkman, and Raymond Stantz. We have three other people who help but I'll talk about the at a later date.

PETER: You mean Winston and the two newbies?

EGON: *sigh* Yes, now can we go on?

PETER: By all means.

EGON: The first ghost we will talk about is one we call 'Slimer'.

PETER: Ah, yes, the ghost that started it all. And boy, was he a dozy to get! Whew!

EGON: Yes, he was. Now will you stop interrupting.

PETER: OK, OK.

EGON: Thank you. Now, his story begins in the 1940s. Where Slimer, who's real name is Franklin G. Ploom was 40 years old and was one of the most ruthless food critics around that decade.

PETER: "Ruthless"? Really? What did he do to the cooks who made bad food, eat 'em?

EGON: He could have. He weighed around 350 pounds. And he gained about 12 pounds per weak.

PETER: You know how much he WEIGHS? You also, probably know his birthday, pets and favorite color, right?

EGON: June 12th 1990, a parrot and a parakeet, and dark orange.

PETER: Who are you? His mother?!?

EGON: I think I recall that I told you not to interrupt.

PETER: No, you didn't.

EGON: Yes, I did. I remember it clearly.

PETER: You must be mistaken.

EGON: No, I'm not!

*Peter and Egon feud*

RAY: Hey, Ray here. This may take a while, so I'll just continue where Egon left off. Franklin was eating at the Sedgewick hotel and ate a sweet potato. That potato turned out to be a bad potato. He yelled at the chef so loud and so much that he was to the point of having a seizure. The seizure was so hard he had a heart attack. And to that, he died hungry making him eat a lot. And because he was so fat he isn't that much of a fast ghost.

RAY: *turns*

RAY: Well, I hope this was a learning experience, but right now I've got to go before Peter kills Egon, or the other way around so bye! Now where is that off button. Oh, there it is.

End of chapter one.