Oh, the pink phantom, don't even talk to me about that. I ain't gonna get that mother. But how you gonna chop him down when he ain't a serial being, though? I got a butterfly net. Seeing the phantom was in the trunk. She was moving around in the boot so much we had to turn up the music, remember? It was a heavy vibe. Underbadness, great underbadness. Spooky. I spook easy, not to be confused with speakeasy. I went to one once by accident. I got very confused. They kept speaking to me and I didn't realise it was all a game and then they called the police. It was a speak difficult.