Booker noticed the chill of the room and internally sighed another fucking power he'd need to master to get the fuck out of this weakened role. He listened to the woman's words with half interest as his mind began to wonder if this all could've been avoided if he went to church more or actually read the bible he kept on his nightstand instead of turning it into one of a dozen hidey spots for weapons around his apartment.
Once she was finished he nodded his head. "Yeah I'm gonna kill those fucks, so my next couple of questions. Why am I ghost and How do I get out of this limbo shit? Do I need to accept a savior kill a small goat...posses a young Macaulay Culkin and make some bad horror movies with him what?"
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