>>19358686"HIS NAME IS--"
Before he can talk further, another wallop of a punch sends him jerking upright.
Instead, he howls, "--WHAT?"
Another punch sloshes ectoplasm out of his mouth, "MY NAME IS--"
Punch, punch, motherfucker.
"--WHAT?"
Following these simple punches are punches with the force of a thousand suns, a blitzing barrage of punches assaulting ghost Skeeter's face with bruises beyond belief.
"ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA....ORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
The last punch is what finally cuts the tether binding Skeeter to the autistic boy's body. The spiritual connection holding them together snaps into two, and Skeeter's spirit is ultimately flung out of boy's mouth into a pile of snow.
The autistic boy regains his rank diaper stench and original form. Unfortunately, the muscles are no more, they transferred to the ghost.
A) Squish that white jellied faggot!
B) Weegee time, yeah!
C) Let him scamper on back to Hell.
