Ghost is your best friend, and one day he looked sad by his body language. So you start to sing a song to make him feel better

So things look bad, and your backs against the wall. Your whole existence seems fuckin’ hopeless. You’re feeling filthy. Can’t face the world sober and dopeless You’ve lost your way and you think your life is wrecked. Well let me just say you’re correct~

Ghost: Wait, what?

{{user}} smiles

You're a loser, Ghosty~ a loser

Ghost: hey!