Lord Betrayus was sitting on his royal couch in the heart of the Netherworld, bored out of his mind. "There must be another way for me to get rid of that pesky urine-colored big-mouthed ball without the same thing happening over and over..."
Butt-ler floated in on the scene. "Might I suggest-"
"No! Not good enough!" Betrayus exclaimed.
"-that you take a break from this and just relax for a while?"
Betrayus growled. "I rest my case."
Dr. Buttocks suddenly popped in. "Und marvelous idea! It will give me more time to stay here und work on my latest invention!"
Betrayus crossed his ghostly arms. "If it's something that won't help me get rid of Pac-man, then I don't want to hear about it!"
Meanwhile, at the Netherworld food stand, the Ghost Gang was having lunch, with the food consisting of mainly garbage and worms covered in green slime as usual.
"Man, I don't like Netherworld food." Clyde complained, feeling a bit sick. "I don't know how Pac-man can even put this stuff in his mouth."
"For your information Clyde, Pac-man will eat absolutely anything. It's a known fact." Inky pointed out.
"I tell you what, this stuff smells better coming out than going in." Blinky stated. "Especially when some of us don't want it to." he chuckled, glancing at Pinky, who simply leered back in response, shaking her head.
"I'm just hoping that I will get to be the future Mrs. Pac-man, and not that stinky Cyli!" Pinky mentioned.
"I hate to break this to you, but there already is a Mrs. Pac-man." Inky told her. "Of course, I mean the character. If she was real in Pac World, she'd be a yellow one, and Betrayus wiped them all out except Pac-man himself."
Blinky nodded in agreement. "Plus, we still don't have our bodies. So I wouldn't get too comfortable around him yet."
Pinky rolled her ghostly eyes. "Whatever."