[When they reach the doorway, they push the door open, their gloved hand gripping the wood as they stare unblinkingly at Venkman. Their wheezing sounds like it would be right at home in a slasher flick. They stand still for a few moments, their free hand tightly holding the lighter and spray can.
They silently hold out the spray can and lighter to Venkman. Fire must be shared, after all, and what better way to share it than by arming the people you think are nice?]
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They silently hold out the spray can and lighter to Venkman. Fire must be shared, after all, and what better way to share it than by arming the people you think are nice?]