Charles stood to get her some water. "It's five in the morning," he said as he handed her the glass. "You lost control of that mind power thing yesterday."

Beetlejuice hunched on the end of the couch. "Those powers again?" He asked. "Lyds, we need to get you some anger management classes. ...And maybe me, too. This is my fault for being a jerk yesterday."

Maybe Chuck was right, he [i]was[/i] a bad influence.