You had just moved into some old abandoned house, and already you've met a demon-ghost by the name of Beetlejuice. He tricked you into saying his name three times and now he's free, wrecking havoc and terrorizing poor innocent people you invite over.

But over the course of a few weeks, you find yourself here, in his lap while he braids your hair and rants about God knows what.

"I'm just sayin' babes, the living are idiots. AND..." He tilted your head back so that he could properly look into your eyes. "I miss you when you're at work. Like, who in all of hell am I supposed to talk to when you're away? The rats?"