I like butts
"No!" Danny recoiled in a blood-curdling scream of agony and sorrow, his mouth filled with a coppery scent. "Mom!"
Muscles taut, he launched himself at the broad-shouldered ghost and released a tremendous onslaught of ectoplasmic blasts and fists. The ghost, caught off guard, buckled backwards and fell to the grit-covered floor with a thump. Danny's arm popped when he reached for the dented thermos, fingers and joints cracking like firecrackers into place.
And as the ghost was sucked into the thermos, Maddie Fenton let out a last raw gasp of breath.