'Why do I need to come?' whined Samuel as Marvin the Ghost pulled him to the newly renovated hotel. 'I can already feel the souls.'

Marvin rolled his eyes playfully, continuing to pull him through the door.

'Because, Sammy boy, I need someone to order me alcohol,' he grinned.

'You can't drink, dipshit.'

To that, Marvin simply shrugged.

The moment Marvin pulled Samuel through the door, Samuel could see up to five souls.