Revivebur was wandering around at night, drowning out Ghostbur's seemingly non-stop talking. He hated Ghostbur, but since his revival, he had been haunted by the ghost version of himself. He followed him everywhere, not that Ghostbur always made himself visible to him, but he was there. "Revivebur!" Ghostbur suddenly says, waving his hand infront of Revivebur's face. Revivebur jumped slightly, almost dropping his cigarette. "What, Ghostbur?" He asks in response with a look of annoyance.