CC: Omar ... I thought you were dead?
Omar: Well pretty much. You could say I went down with the story ... but anyway, guys, you have to get out of here.
BT84: Why? They're outta beer?
Omar: Nope, a big battle is about to take place. I got recruited as part of the ghost army ... we're supposed to fight a guy called Delacroix who currently owns this place. I got told he was a zombie...
CC: Delacroix? Isn't that paté?
BT84: No silly ... De Gaulle is paté ... Delacroix is french for groin...
CC: Oh!
Omar: ... why do I bother ... have you seen schizo's ghost around? I'm supposed to recruit him ... If you see him tell him to look for me and if you see anymore TWers, tell them to leave ... this is gonna get ugly!

...and with that said he disappeaed in a green mist.

BT84: You don't suppose he could've disappeared as gas that didn't smell like rotten eggs...
CC: Hmmm ... I think he farted before disappearing .... god, I hate lawyers.
BT84: Hey, that fight sounds like fun! Wanna stick around?
CC: Sure! Let's just go grab a couple of beers and see if anyone else joins ... we might even get some popcorn for the fight!


`Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
`I don't much care where --' said Alice.
`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.