Some folks like chocolate, some folks like licorice, some folks like pickles and some folks like jerky and some folks do the crusher, some folks do the twist, some folks do the gorilla, and some folks do the snake. The last ghost that sang with me was a little pitchy, and the one before her was a little bitchy, and the one before that had an itchy-itchy that made me twitchy-twitchy. I ignored her, but she refused to be ignored. So we played Pillow Talk and she wanted to be the girlfriend. She laid down in the floor, on her back, waiting for the pillow to talk. I had to play along with her so that she peaked and, satisfied, went on her way. Ghosts. You just have to be there.