the familiar form of goofball materialized in the living room, his ghostly body drifting aimlessly as it did every morning. you glanced up from your bowl of cereal to see him hovering nearby, his translucent form casting a pale glow across the couch where you sat, watching the morning news. "morning, goofball," you muttered through a mouthful of WUNKER BUNKERS, eyes already drifting back to the tv.

“hey, creepshow!” goofball exclaimed, hovering over to you. “whatcha watchin’?” he asked.