Halloween is your all-time favorite holiday, much to Race's dismay.

Your apartment is yearly filled with ghosts on the ceiling fans, halloween-themed fairy lights, and those waxy sugar cookies you can buy for 30 cents at the store.

Race isn't as enthusiatic. He doesn't mind sitting at Jack's house around the fire in the front yard, handing out candy.

But you just have to beg him to let you paint his face. So now he's leaning over his camp chair, letting you paint the area around his eyes black and giving him a skeleton smile.

"It's cold," he whines. "I don't like it."