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The front door flies open. There's a brief glimpse of a New York alleyway, and the sound of quite a few people, but that doesn't last long. This is because Ray fairly leaps through the door and slams it shut behind him

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[doc_venkman]

Peter stopped in a few minutes later so he missed the view of the crowds. He flopped in a chair by Ray.

"Look like you're having a fun day too. Ghosts getting twitchy in your neck of woods too?"

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"Not the ghosts, Peter," Ray says wearily. "The fanboys. My lightsaber made the evening news."

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Peter blinked, "Oh...shitballs. How bad is it looking now?"

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"Every fanboy in Manhattan with nothing better to do is on the doorstep asking if I'll show them how to make one themselves." Ray rubs at his temples. "I don't mind the reporters and I don't mind the cops, but when a grown man in a Shaak Ti costume two sizes too small for him gets agitated it is not a pretty sight."

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Peter snorted, "Always thought most of you geeks were crazy. What the hell's a Shaak Ti?"

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"A female alien Jedi. Fortunately not one of the ones who wears belly shirts, or we'd all be doomed." Ray shudders. "And most Star Wars fans in my world are saner than this. They've got jobs and respectable lives and stuff. These are just the freaky ones."

[doc_venkman]

"And it was a guy... and probably had a serious beer gut...wait, not gonna finish that thought. Get the picture, and whew is it ugly!"

Peter grimaced, "Great...and they're starting to trail you guys on busts I guess? Oh wait, your baby got anything to deter them, or robo-Fido can scare them off? He's a guard dog now, right?"

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"No kidding."

Ray sat back in his chair and sighed. "They haven't started trailing us yet, but... oooh. You know, I hadn't thought of that. Francis probably could run them off... no, wait." He grimaced. "Star Wars fans. They'd think he's a droid."

But he looked a bit more cheerful anyway.

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Peter brightened at his friend's cheerfulness.

"Yeah, but how many droids can bite your butt, huh? And if nothing else, he can run interference for ya."

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"I suppose if I get them hyper about the dog it'll at least distract them," Ray says thoughtfully. "It's not as if he can't keep pace with Ecto, either. If I just ask him to run them off or lead them on a wild goose chase, that'll at least halve the crowds..."

[doc_venkman]

"Yep, I'm sure he can take care of himself. And yeah, if they're too busy asking for his autograph or schematics, can't be bugging you about your laser slicer and dicer."

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"I don't think I've ever been so glad I took out the dangerous components on something I worked with," Ray says. "I'll take Francis over to the police station across the street and let them know he'll be running security from time to time. If I need to get a license for him they'll probably let me know. We play softball with those guys all the time."

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Peter grinned, "Sounds like a good plan then. Little guy gets to earn his keep, you guys get some sleep, and the fanboys don't get in a peep. Or a peek."

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"Works for me." Ray smiled, and poked at his oatmeal with a spoon. "I'll deal with Lucas when we hear from him, because you know we're gonna."

"How are things in your neck of the woods, anyway?"

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"It's October now, so you know what a fun time that is." Peter grimaced.

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"Urgh, no kidding." Ray shook his head. "How's Dana doing?"