*smacks Muse*

[agilebrit]

Okay, look, Flaubert. We've got nineteen days to write this story and beat it into some semblance of readability. I know you're over there partying with Antubis, whooping it up with the absinthe and the chocolate-covered ants, but I'd really like it if you'd get off your fuzzy butt and help me with this.

Come on! Ghosts! A stowaway! Ghosts working at cross-purposes! It'll be fun!