TW// Death, Guns

"Hey look, buddy. I'm a paranormal investigator, that means I solve ghost problems. Not problems like "What is beauty?", 'cause that would fall within the purview of the conundrums of philosophy, and that's not my job. I don't get paid for it, hence I'm not doing it."

*lights smash in a room next to Rosie. Then, screaming is heard as Rosemary can be seem chasing a ghost off in the hallway behind Rosie*

"As stated before, I solve ghost problems!"

*the ghost seen before is heard screaming*

"For instance, how am I gonna stop some big mean ghost motherf*cker from tearin' me a structurally superfluous new behind? Use a gun. And if that don't work? Use more gun."

*she pulls out a shotgun*

"Like this holy steel, silver round firing shotgun. Designed by me, built by me."

*more screaming is heard off screen, before it goes silent*

"And if you're a ghost, you best hope...not pointed at you."

*camera zooms out to reveal a bunch of ghosts corpses, with Rosie playing the gituar over them.*