'Tis the season to hunt ghosties. Rattatatta tat atat tat tat!
Soon the spirits will be toasties. Rattatatta tat atat tat tat!
Spooks a-plenty will be undone. Ratta tat rattatatta tat tat tat!
By my new rock salt machine gun. Ratta tatta – "Hey!"
Sam prised the weapon from his brother's hands and stowed it in its assigned space. "Quit playing with it, Dean! It's not a toy!"
"Well, OK, Grinch who stole Friday 13th. Oo look!"
Joy to the world this Halloween!
We're gonna have a BLAST!
"Dean, put the grenades back. And please stop singing."
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