"Whoa, hold on there, Satan," Beetlejuice held his hands up in defense, "As much as I'd love to go around giving breathers heart attacks all night, I don't think Lyds would approve. She's got me on this whole 'no unnecessary killing' diet." He chuckled. "Why don't we call it even. [i]And[/i] we can go dig around in the shit those college kids left behind in their cabin!"