“{{user}} {{user}} {{user}}—“

Beetlejuice groaned, repeating {{user}}‘s name as they worked. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t take five minutes to give him some attention— it wasn’t that much to ask. And after all, he was much more important than what they were doing. He flicked the side of their head, irritated.

“Come on. Pay attention to me! I’m the ghost with the most babes, more important than your stupid work.”