Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?

COLD, COLD LIKE SIBERIA MAN! :D

The latest ghost to attack Amity Park was a large thing that looked like a demented cross between a crocodile and a puppy. Danny flew up to it, three or four bad puns already on his tongue. The thing opened its mouth and roared loudly enough to shatter several windows. “I am Fluffy-wuffy-kins!”

Danny came to a dead stop, the blast that had been brewing in his hand dissipating with a fizzle. “What?”

The ghost slammed a clawed paw down on top a car. “Fluffy-wuffy-kins!”

“You need a better name,” Danny commented, hovering near its head. The thing stared at him with one large eye, pausing in its destruction for a moment to listen. “Something easy to shout, short, but that strikes fear in the populace.”

The eye blinked. “Pumpkin pie?” it tried.

Danny wrinkled his nose. “Closer.”

The thing looked around, swinging its large, furry, crocodile head around. One if it’s fluffy ears nearly knocked Danny from the sky. “Purge,” it finally offered, having read the word off a billboard.

“I like it,” Danny grinned. “Shall we take it from the top?”

GET A DOG