By Molly

And I thought Egon’s hair was unnatural....

Pete mumbles about signs of the Apocalypse, and Egon
surreptitiously waves that PKE meter around. Maybe
they’re overreacting, but this is weird, even for us.

Ray’s gaming buddies called -- something about
chaotics and anarchy and mead – and the gist was that
Ray needed a ride home. We piled into Ecto, and here
we are. And there’s Ray, dancing on the table.

Pete recovers first, and grabs Ray, his dice, and his
pants. He thanks the others for calling us.
According to Ray, applejack is great.

He’d better not puke in the car.