After school, Stephen went to Kazooie-Tooie's house.
Stephen: So, have you figured out how we can get more weed?
KT: Yeah. I set up a few proxies so I could safely Google it, and I guess there's some seeds that grows plants and shit, and we can get weed from that.
Stephen: Well, that's a start.
KT: Yeah. So I went out and got them, and I'm growing some of those plants in my backyard right now. It's actually surprisingly easy.
Stephen: You're growing the weed in your backyard?
KT: Where else am I gonna grow it?
Stephen: Somewhere that's not in the open! Jesus, Kay-Tee. What if someone sees it?
KT: I have fences, yo. I mean, people aren't gonna walk by my house and see weed growing in my backyard. Stuff doesn't grow that tall. At least... I don't think it does. Should've Googled that.
Stephen: What if someone comes over? What if someone sees it?
KT: Relax, yo. Man, you could really use some weed.
Stephen: This stuff is illegal, Kazooie. If we get caught, we could go to jail for the rest of our lives.
KT: We won't get caught. Besides, no one ever comes over here anyway.
Stephen: Well is the weed any good?
KT: Yeah, man. I was looking up ways to make it, like, really potent. This is gonna be some of the best weed ever grown in the world, probably.
Stephen: That's good. In the meantime, we should probably sell some of the weed you already have.
KT: But... I wanna smoke it.
Stephen: Listen, this is the only way we're gonna get money. And we need to get it fast.
KT: You need to get it fast, I don't.
Stephen: Do you want me to be sold into slavery?
Stephen: Okay then. Let's go find some customers.
They both went to a dark alley, and stood there, waiting for someone to sell weed to.
Stephen: Are you sure this is the best place to sell weed?
KT: Yeah, man. I've seen it in movies all the time. This is the place where all sorts of drug sales go on.
Stephen: We've been standing here for fifteen minutes. My feet hurt.
KT: This stuff takes time.
Someone walked up to them.
Junkie: Hey. Uh. You guys. You sellin'?
KT: You buyin'?
Junkie: I'm buyin' if you're sellin'.
KT: I'm sellin'.
Junkie: Then I'm buyin'.
Stephen: I'm glad we could all come to this agreement.
KT: So how much weed you want?
Junkie: How much weed you got?
KT: Ummm... plenty?
Junkie: I'll have half an ounce.
KT: Right. Half an ounce. Uh... how much is that?
Junkie: Are you kiddin' me?
KT: It was just a question. Jeez.
Junkie: What kind of whack seller are you?
KT: I'm not a whack seller, I'm a weed seller. Get your stuff straight, bro.
Junkie: Forget it, I'm outta here.
KT: Wait! Don't go! Buy my weed!
Junkie: You clowns don't even know what you're doing, do you? I bet you never even sold no weed before.
Stephen: Listen. We're just trying to make a living here, like everyone else. You have money, we have product, let's get this over with, okay?
Junkie: Heh. Who are you? You don't look like a pusher.
Stephen: A what?
Junkie: You both are in over your heads. Go home and sell lemonade or some shit.
KT: Can't. You need a license.
Junkie: Ha ha ha. Oh man, you guys are real clowns. I bet that ain't even good weed. I mean what is that, some mersh shit?
KT: Some what huh?
Junkie: I'm literally just going to leave now, ya'll are embarrassing yourselves. Trying to sell weed, you don't know a damned thing about it.
KT: Wanna bet? Meet us here tomorrow, we'll show you the best weed in the world.
Junkie: Is this a joke?
KT: No joke. Come here tomorrow night. You'll see.
KT: Are you ready to have your mind blown?
Junkie: Sure, I guess.
Kazooie-Tooie handed the junkie a tiny bit of weed, which he proceeded to smoke.
Junkie: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHITTIN' SHIT SHIT! Daaaaaaamn. That's the best f***in' weed ever!
KT: I told you.
Junkie: Man, you wasn't kidding. You know, you're not that bad.
Just then, the junkie pulled out a gun.
Junkie: Now you give me all the goddamn weed, or I blow both of your goddamn brains out, got that?
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Kablamooie: Yes! It is time! The day is among us!
Gobi: What day?
Kablamooie: White Saturday, of course!
Gobi: It's Saturday?
Ibanezer: I can never keep track of days in this story.
Kablamooie: You guys know what this means, right?
Ibanezer: It's a holiday for white supremacists?
Kablamooie: Close, but no. Today is the single greatest shopping day of the year. Everything in every store in the universe is 3% off! And we must go to all the stores!
Ibanezer: Why, was there something you were wanting?
Ibanezer: What are you going to buy?
Kablamooie: Sales, my friend. I'm going to buy sales. And you all must come with me.
Kablamooie: 3% off. Did I not make myself clear?
So they all went to Perfect Purchases, the large electronic store. There were people lined up in front of the store for as far as the eye could see. People were camped out with tents, and some of them made fires and roasted marshmallows, and others brought televisions on which they played games.
RCB: Dear God, how do these people wait out here for so long?
Kablamooie: Because they know greatness lies at the end of the line. Or rather, the front of the line. The people at the end of the line are screwed.
Ibanezer: Well we just got here, so that means we're screwed, does it not?
Kablamooie: It does not. Follow me.
They walked passed miles of people, to a spot near the front of the line, where Kablamooie had set up a holographic version of himself to hold his place in line. So they all got in line.
Kablamooie: Hello, person standing next to me. How are you?
Beard Man: Tired. I've been waiting in line since the day after White Saturday last year.
Kablamooie: That explains the massive beard.
Beard Man: I haven't bathed in a year. But it'll be worth it. I'll finally be able to get the new Black Ops game, for 3% off.
Kablamooie: They already came out with another one, bro.
Beard Man: What?! Nooooooo!
Kablamooie: Maybe you shouldn't have waited in line so long. A lot has happened in the world in the past year.
Beard Man: Wait. Do you hear that?
Ibanezer: I don't hear anything.
Beard Man: It's almost time. The doors are about to open.
They all saw fireworks going off in the sky above Perfect Purchases, and the doors opened up. Everyone walked through the door in a calm, dignified, and respectful manner. People who accidentally bumped into each other courteously apologized, and continued on their way into the fine establishment.
Kablamooie: People are so nice and polite on White Saturday.
They walked into the store, and saw countless things before them, all of them on sale. Everyone knew they would be saving a lot of money, by buying a shitload of things.
One person saw a candy bar that looked very yummy. On any other day, it would have been a dollar. But today, it was 97 cents. Oh, the savings! But as he reached for the candy bar, someone else reached for it.
Person: Oh, excuse me. I do apologize.
Person 2: Oh, not at all. It was all my fault.
Person: I will just be taking this candy bar, and shall go merrily along on my way.
Person 2: Bitch, don't you even think about touching that goddamn candy bar.
Person 2 pulled out a knife, and stabbed Person repeatedly in the face. By the end of the violent stabbing, Person 2 was drenched in blood. He grabbed the candy bar, stabbing all those who would seek to take it.
RCB: Kab! I thought you said people were polite! Everyone is going crazy and attacking each other!
But Kablamooie was not able to hear her, as he was fending off hordes of crazed shopper who were trying to take Skyrim from him. The candy bars, the headphones, the computers... those were nothing. Skyrim was the true prize that everyone was here for.
Gobi: I don't get it. Why is everyone attacking Kab to get the game, when there's a bunch of other copies of it? Why not grab those?
Gobi looked over, and saw an iPod.
Gobi: Oh hey, that looks nice.
Some woman randomly maced Gobi in the face.
Gobi: AAAAHHH! MY EYES! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!
Woman: MY iPOD! MINE!
Gobi: JESUS LADY, THERE'S LIKE A WHOLE BUNCH!
Instead of abiding by logic, she maced him again, and ran off with the iPod.
Kablamooie, meanwhile, was still trying to keep hold of Skyrim. He tried to remain proper and not inflict harm on other people, which was becoming increasingly difficult, and he contemplated breaking all of their legs. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to bring any of his leg-breaking utensils.
He pushed passed all of the people, and he felt like he was playing that one game with the zombies, which was a lot like his current situation, except he wasn't sticking giant Lego heads on everyone, which he considered would actually be quite funny.
Kablamooie ran toward the jetpack aisle, and grabbed a jetpack. He turned it on, and flew over everyone else, well out of reach. Except other people had also grabbed jetpacks, and were going after him.
Ibanezer looked at the air-fight that was going on overhead, and tried to figure out how anything that was happening made any sense. He quickly realized that it didn't. Although it was hard to contemplate very much, because there wasn't a single square inch of the store that wasn't occupied by one or more person.
Kablamooie jetpack'd all the way to the check-out line, finally prepared to buy Skyrim. And not only that, he would be getting it for 3% off! Oh, the bargains! The magical, wonderful bargains!
Kablamooie: Yes. I would to purchase this item.
The cashier scanned the item, and Kablamooie gave him money.
Kablamooie: YES! THIS VIRTUAL DRAGON-FIGHTING SIMULATOR NOW BELONGS TO ME! IT IS NOW MY PROPERTY!
Kablamooie was running around, expressing his uncontrollable excitement to everyone.
Kablamooie: DO YOU SEE THIS? I HAVE THE GAME. IT'S NOT ON THE SHELF ANYMORE, IT'S IN MY HAND! I HAVE IT!
But his excitement was quickly cut short. Everyone in the store heard a single deafening sound, and they all stopped. They all turned, and saw a person lying on the ground, bleeding. A woman was standing over his body, with a gun in hand. Everyone stared at this scene in horror, no longer thinking of their wonderful savings. They all looked at this human life, which had, in cold blood, been taken from this earth.
RCB: She... she killed him...
Gobi: Oh God.
Gun Woman: Why are you all looking at me?! I was defending myself!
Man: From what?
Gun Woman: He was trying to take my Xbox! I saw it first, and he tried taking it!
Kablamooie looked at this horrific scene, and he knew he had to do something. He walked up to the gun woman.
Gun Woman: Back off! Don't make me shoot you! I'll do it!
Kablamooie: I'm not here to incite violence. I just want to say something.
Gun Woman: What?
Kablamooie: You killed a man for an Xbox. I just want you to let that sink in. You murdered another human being so you could buy a video game console at a slightly cheaper price than it costs on any other day of the year. And you have to live the rest of your life with that on your conscience.
Gun Woman: But... it's not my fault!
Kablamooie: Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?
Gun Woman: Everyone else was being crazy and violent! And as part of mass hysteria, it caused me to become crazy and violent too. You know, because I was in a group of people, doing a thing. So I did the thing too.
Kablamooie: So everyone else was being frenzied... so you were frenzied as well?
Gun Woman: Yes.
Kablamooie: Remind me never to take Sociology, this stuff is confusing.
Man: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH HER?
Kablamooie: The only calm and rational thing that we can do in this situation. Alert the police, and have them arrest her.
Man 2: WHAT IF WE ALL GOT COLLECTIVE VIGILANTE JUSTICE ON HER INSTEAD?
Man: I LIKE THAT IDEA!
Man 3: I WAS INDIFFERENT AT FIRST, BUT THEN OTHER PEOPLE STARTED SHOUTING IT, AND NOW I THINK WE SHOULD DO IT!
Kablamooie: Guys, come on. Let's be rational about this. You're all intelligent, thinking individuals.
Man: MOB MENTALITY, EVERYONE! LET'S KILL HER!
Kablamooie was forced to run out of the way, as every single person in the store started killing the woman who had killed the man. Although most people had entirely forgotten that she had killed a man, and only agreed to join in because everyone else was doing it.
Kablamooie, Ibanezer, Gobi, and RareCareBear all watched as the masses beat the woman to death and raped her (although not in that order). By the time it was over, she was beyond recognition.
Kablamooie: Holy shit. This chapter ended on a depressing note. Wow.
Ibanezer: I... don't even have any words for what just happened. Bloody hell.
Kablamooie: Maybe something will happen that will renew faith in humanity, and show that there's still people willing to do good.
Crickets chirped as everyone walked away from the two corpses, not really wanting anything to do with either of them, now that they were both dead. One person stepped on the cricket, and took his iPad.
Gobi: Guys, I'm really depressed now.
RCB: Seriously, that was a bleak journey through the collective mind of society.
Kablamooie: I know what you mean. We need something to cheer the audience up. We don't want this to be a downer. But holy crap, did you see the way they killed that woman? Bunch of animals, I tells ya.
Ibanezer: Maybe we could play Skyrim?
Kablamooie: I don't know. Skyrim doesn't sound that fun after everything that just happened.
Suddenly, he got an idea.
Kablamooie: I have an idea! What's the one thing that's greater than all the other things in the world at making people happy?
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The junkie had his gun aimed at Stephen and Kazooie-Tooie, both of whom were shitting bricks all over the place.
Junkie: I said gimme the damn weed!
Stephen: Can't we just settle this is a civilized, business-like manner?
Junkie: Do you fools have any idea what you got? That's the best damn weed in the world!
KT: Thank you. I made it myself.
Junkie: Ain't you special. Now give me all of it, before I kill you both.
Stephen: Wait! I have a better idea.
Stephen: If you let us go, we could make more weed. We could work together in selling it, and split the money. If you kill us now, there won't be any more of this weed.
Junkie: How do I know I can trust you?
Stephen: What choice do you have?
Junkie: I have the choice to blow your brain out on the goddamn pavement, that's what choice I got.
KT: I think what my friend means to say is, you want this great weed. And we can make this great weed. And without us, there is no more great weed. You want lots of great weed, yes?
KT: Right on. So let us go.
Junkie: Okay, see, but this don't change anything. I don't know that I can trust you two. How do I know you both won't just skip town or some shit?
Stephen: Because we're respectable businessmen and that isn't how we do things.
Junkie: Ha! You kidding? There ain't nothing respectable here, son.
Stephen: Can you at least put the gun down?
Junkie: Yeah, yeah, sure, I'll put the gun down. But I'll tell you this, and you make sure you don't forget it. If I don't see you two here tomorrow, I'm gonna find where you live, and there's gonna be trouble. You got that?
KT: Got it.
Junkie: Good. Now you two get the f*** out of here.
And so they did.
KT: Shit, man. That was scary. I've never had a gun pointed at me before.
Stephen: Well, now we need to figure out what we're going to do.
KT: Uh... stay the hell away from that guy?
Stephen: And when he comes to kill us?
KT: Dude, it was just a tough-guy act. How's he gonna find where we live?
Stephen: I don't know. How do people usually do that?
Stephen: Magic isn't real.
Stephen: Magic isn't real.
KT: It's not?
Stephen: It's not.
KT: Shit. My dreams are all... ruined. And stuff.
Stephen: Can we get back to the more important matters? What are we going to do?
KT: I told you. We just won't go around him anymore. Easy peezy, lemon squeezy.
Stephen: And you think this'll work?
KT: Of course it will. Have I ever been wrong?
Stephen: Have you?
KT: I dunno. Maybe.
Neo was attempting to sleep. It was very hard, though, as some poltergeist or something was haunting him. Usually something creepy would happen as he was trying to sleep. Sometimes the door would slam shut. He wasn't sure why he didn't just close the door at night in the first place, so the ghost couldn't slam it. Other times the TV turned on. Once, his blanket started moving. All of these Neo found to be amongst the most terrifying things in the universe.
That night, Neo got annoyed to the point where he couldn't take it anymore, and took a note from what Kablamooie did last time.
Neo: Dammit, what do you want?! Quit moving shit around, and just tell me!
Just then, his bedroom door came completely off its hinges, and flew into the wall. He looked over in terror, but saw nothing there. But when he turned back, he saw a pale white ghost with long black hair standing in front of his bed. It was the scariest thing ever.
Neo: Wh... what do you want?
But the ghost just stood there, looking ominous and creepy.
Neo: Answer me!
Ghost: It doesn't belong to you. Return it now. Or suffer the consequences.
Neo: What do you mean? What doesn't belong to me?
Ghost: As long as you have it... you will never be free. You will be forever haunted.
Neo: Nothing you're saying makes sense! Why won't you tell me what you're talking about?
But instead of answering his question, which would have been the polite thing to do, the ghost just vanished, which was the dick thing to do.
Neo: I'm so confused.
It was late at night, and Banjonator was sitting in his inconspicuous FBI car, looking into Neo's house with a pair of binoculars. So far nothing had happened. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he had to find some evidence of what he was looking for.
As he was watching, something strange happened. It looked as if Neo was shouting, only there was no one else in the room. What's he yelling at? Banjonator wondered. But that wasn't even the weirdest part. Right after Neo finished yelling, the bedroom door flew all the way across the room.
Banjonator: That's not normal. That's not any kind of normal at all.
But he kept watching. He had to be sure of what the situation was before he moved in. The situation, it seemed, was growing increasingly stranger. Shortly after the door flew off, another person appeared in the room.
Banjonator: What the f**k? Where did she just come from?
Some pale figure was standing in front of Neo's bed, with long dark hair. From this angle, he couldn't see her face at all. He couldn't tell what they were saying, but they were clearly talking.
After awhile, the person vanished just as suddenly as they had appeared.
Banjonator: Shit, this is worse than I thought.
Banjonator was just about to get out of the car and detain Neo, when he felt a sudden coldness in the air. It sent a shiver down his spine. He turned around, and saw the same pale woman sitting in the seat next to him. His heart skipped a beat.
Banjonator: Wh... who are you?
Ghost: Go. Go now.
Banjonator: What are you? Tell me.
Ghost: If you interfere... any further... you will be... removed.
Banjonator: What does that...
But just like that, she was gone. And Banjonator found himself left with a million more questions, and no idea how to pursue any of them. Or if he even could. Whatever the situation was, it was clear that nothing was going to get done tonight.
Zekrom: Let me see if I understand this correctly. You're telling me you were camped out in front of his house, you saw a woman magically appear in his room, and then she disappeared and, um, materialized in your car?
Zekrom: And you're saying she told you not to interfere or you would be "removed"?
Banjonator: Listen, I know how it sounds, but...
Zekrom: It sounds f**king insane, is what it sounds like. I don't know what it is you think this Neo kid did, or why the hell you were camped out in front of his house to begin with, but you put all of this together, and you're likely to be put away.
Banjonator: Not unless someone tells.
Zekrom: With all due respect, sir, do you think I can just ignore this? There's clearly something wrong with you and...
Banjonator: Say it. You think I'm crazy.
Zekrom: That's exactly what I think. I mean, look at it. You think some high school kid came back from the dead. You think there was a ghost at his house, and that this ghost talked to you.
Banjonator: I never said I thought he came back from the dead.
Zekrom: You implied it heavily, and the whole department thinks you're insane. I don't think I can let this go on much longer.
Banjonator: What do you intend to do about it?
Banjonator: I said: what do you intend to do about it?
Zekrom: I intend to have you taken off the force, and sent in for psychological evaluation.
Banjonator: Have me taken off the force? Don't forget I'm your superior. I'm calling the shots here.
Zekrom: I haven't forgotten.
Banjonator: Good. Now if I say this kid is a threat to national security, then he's a goddamn threat to national security. And if I say he needs to be locked up, then he goddamn needs to be locked up. And if you don't like that, I can have you detained for insubordination. Are we clear?
Zekrom: Yes sir.
Banjonator: Good. Now I want you to go find Neo, and bring him to me.
Zekrom: Right now?
Banjonator: Yes, right now. He's a threat, and he should be treated as such.
All of the main characters were sitting in the cafeteria, eating lunch.
Ibanezer: Guys. I have an announcement to make.
Kablamooie: I'm so happy for you!
Kablamooie: You're pregnant, right?
Ibanezer: What? No! That isn't even possible.
Kablamooie: Never say never. Anything is possible if you believe.
Gobi: What's your announcement?
Ibanezer: I have officially decided to change my name to Pez.
Kablamooie: Wasn't your name always Pez?
Pez: No, it was Ibanezer. But now it's Pez.
Kablamooie: Whoa. The name next to the dialogue just changed. Trippy.
Neo: Anyway. Guys, I think my haunting is getting worse.
Kablamooie: Here we go again.
Neo: Last night, the door flew off the hinge and went all the way across the room. And then a ghost appeared.
Kablamooie: What did it look like?
Neo: Like something out of an Asian horror movie. It was creepy.
Stephen: Did it say anything?
Neo: It told me to return something that didn't belong to me. Only I have no idea what it's talking.
Maggot: Wait! I think I kn...
Just then, an entire group of men busted through the doors of the school cafeteria. Their uniforms said FBI, and they were all armed with machine guns. They ran toward Neo, and handcuffed him.
Neo: What is this? What the hell is going on?
FBI Guy: You're being detained.
Neo: Detained? Don't I get a trial first?
FBI Guy: Ha ha ha! This kid thinks he gets a trial.
FBI Guy 2: This is America, kid. We're just going to detain you indefinitely.
Neo: I demand to speak to a lawyer!
FBI Guy: Terrorists don't get lawyers.
Pez: What the hell is going on?
Kablamooie: I demand to know what tomfoolery this is!
FBI Guy: Be quiet!
Kablamooie: Neo isn't a terrorist, you dick!
But instead of listening to Kablamooie's eloquent reasoning, the FBI took Neo away, hauling him off in some FBI armored truck, like some kind of terrorist or something.
Bobby: That was weird.
Neo was sitting in a small room. They had had him blindfolded during the drive, so he had no idea where he was. But he knew exactly why he was here. It was that insane FBI agent, Banjonator. But how he had managed to convince anyone Neo was a terrorist, he had no idea.
Someone opened up the door.
Neo: Let me go! I didn't do anything!
FBI Guy: Come with me. Banjonator wants to speak with you.
So Neo followed the FBI guy to Banjonator. He was in an interrogation room, waiting for Neo. Neo sat down, and the FBI guy left.
Banjonator: Here we are again. Only now that I have you detained as a terrorist, you won't be leaving.
Neo: Except we both know I'm not a terrorist.
Banjonator: That's all a matter of perception.
Neo: Which one of us are you trying to fool? I didn't do anything.
Banjonator: Oh, but that's where you're wrong. You see, you did do something. Something quite extraordinary.
Neo: And that would be...?
Banjonator: Don't play dumb. I think we've had our cat-and-mouse, battle of wits bit for long enough. You're trying to hide from me something I already know.
Neo: If you already know, why have me labeled as a terrorist and bring me in for questioning?
Banjonator: What really happened on that day?
Neo: I died.
Banjonator: As I suspected.
Neo: You... you don't surprised?
Banjonator: Oh, were you expecting that to throw me off guard? You expected me to not believe you?
Banjonator: What you expected was to tell me the truth, in the hopes that I would dismiss it as absurd. Anyone else would. Of course.
Neo: O... Okay then. I died. What now? What were you expecting to gain from that?
Banjonator: That's only part of it. One piece of the puzzle. As it happens, another piece of the puzzle, one quite unexpected, revealed itself last night. As I was in front of my house.
Neo: You were stalking me?!
Banjonator: Don't act surprised. I had to keep an eye on you. But I saw something I didn't expect to see. A ghost.
Neo's mind was whirling. Somehow this guy was figuring everything out. It felt strange for some reason. All of the things that had been happening to him and his friends these past few months, things which he knew shouldn't be possible, and now the FBI was becoming a part of it. He had the part of his life where the supernatural happened, where he tried to stop Evil, and he had the normal part of his life, the part that made sense. He could feel the two parts coming together.
The incident with Aryk at the school was tragic, but at least the reality of it had, for the most part, been kept under wraps. No one knew. No one knew there was an evil entity out there trying to destroy everyone. No one knew there were ghosts. No one knew about any of the things they had seen these past few months.
But this man. This man was about to let all of it out of the bag. And if anyone believed him... how would they react? Their normal lives would be completely turned around, just like Neo felt was happening to his own life.
Neo: A ghost. Okay. Where does this fit into your puzzle?
Banjonator: It's life after death. This ghost. You returning. That is why you're here. You're going to tell me how you do it.
Neo: Excuse me?
Banjonator: How you resurrect the dead.
Neo: Resurrect the... I'm sorry, you've clearly got this all mixed up. I can't resurrect the dead.
Banjonator: The proof is right there, kid. Now I already said it's time for us to quit playing games. You're going to tell me everything you know, or you aren't leaving here.
Neo: Listen, I don't know how to bring back the dead! Okay? I got lucky! That's it!
Banjonator: Lucky? Lucky you came back to life? Lucky you brought a ghost into your house?
Neo: I didn't... I didn't make that ghost come to my house. I don't know what it wants.
Banjonator: And you expect me to believe you?
Neo: It's the truth.
Banjonator: So it's just a big coincidence that there's a ghost haunting the house of some kid who came back from the dead. That right?
Neo: I didn't say it was a coincidence.
Banjonator: Then what is it?
Neo: I don't know!
Banjonator: Then I'm gonna send you back to your detainment room, and we'll talk more tomorrow.
Neo: About what?! There's nothing left to talk about! You know everything that I know.
Banjonator: We'll see about that.
Banjonator stood up out of his chair. But just as he did, the lights suddenly went out.
Banjonator: What the hell happened?
He walked over to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Just then, he heard a voice, softly whispering in his ear.
Ghost: I warned you.