Beetlejuice appeared back in his dumpy old home, plopping down upon his stingy- squeaky cushioned chair. He kicked his feet upon his grime covered coffee table in a relaxed manor, and took out Juno's card. The ghost sneered at the black, bold font of her name and number, and he discarded it out of his fingers with a swipe. "Who needs that." He muttered, rolling his yellowed eyes. His fingers patted the arm of the sofa chair anxiously; he was enormously bored- and alone, not to mention. Of course no one would want to live with him, and he did not want to live with anyone else either.

Beetlejuice sighed, slamming his hand down on a passing beetle bug, and brought the squirming thing to his mouth to chomp. Delicious.

However, that beetle snack did nothing to fill his satisfaction. He desperately wanted some action.