"Ghoostah, ghoostah!"

[Glebe]

Ahhhh, Ghoostah, my liddle goose! You may be a sinister, vindictive monstrosity with a penchant for human blood, but with your hearty cries of "Ghoostah, ghoostah!," in your thick, Transylvanian accent, who can resist your hypnotic eye and urge to consume the very soul?!

It was during one particularly hazardous sojourn to Mr. Patel's that I realized your greatness. They say the eyes have it, but the windows to your soul are empty! Never one for humanity, your goosey spirit lacks even the faintest notion of decency, and yet y'charm with y'quacks! Touché, my friend! Bravo!

[Sam]

That's all a bit silly, isn't it?