>>19600260>[Alcohol is convoluted in Spaghetti Town, and it's flowing freely directly down the throat of Sheila bloody Foster.]Downing another pint, a gaggle of surrounding patrons are talking about the WWA. It's a hot commodity in Spaghetti Town, and a real-lief wrestler in the bar with them is cause for celebration. Everyone is a little bit rowdier than usual, and Sheila is soaking it all in.
"Faaaaark me dead! That is THE. GOOD. SHIT. Orright, cunts, lissen up! Oi've gotta foight comin up with da Martini Ghost -- uh, fucken, Sapph- no, uh, shit. Um, Spirit! No I know me way around a few fucken spirits, but diss one is a bit tricky! And speakin' a tricky ah-parrot-lee me old mate Nikkers is gonna be dere wiff her! So youse gotta gimme some oi-deers on how ta foight a ghost! You!"
>[Sheila points at a man in a jumpsuit.] 