The Ghost of Gene SimmonsMature

Suddenly, a feeling of cold euphoria washed over him. A strange something appeared in front of him. 

"Maybe you should just give up on that, dude." Was this a ghost talking to him? It was all pearlescent and  surrounded by swirling fog, so it had to be. 

"And who do you think you are, sir?!" Demanded Pete indignantly, his hands on his hips, hoping to look menacing. He looked like a grumpy old lady scolding her cats for peeing on the new carpet.

"Gene Simmons, who else? Duh..." He said this in the tone of an increasingly bored teacher trying to tell their drooling student to put down the paste he was eating.

"Wait... you're still alive!" 

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