[OOM: Some days are better than others.
The Ghostbusters are treated to the same video that the President got, and are
officially asked to serve their country.]
The door opens on a scene of the sort of studied neutrality one expects from doctors' waiting rooms or airport boarding lounges, décor designed to calm and reassure. Ray looks anything but calm and reassured as he comes in. Frankly, he looks like he's been dragged out of bed by a team of overenthusiastic huskies under the impression that it's the final stage of the Iditarod. "Bar," he says as the door closes behind him, "I really don't care what time of day it is here. I would appreciate it greatly if you would be so kind as to give me a nice hefty cheeseburger, a glass of Ovaltine, and something thick and skooshy that I could bang my head on without doing myself injury. Please?"
There is some hesitation. Eventually, the items are provided, although a note attached to a toothpick jammed into the cheeseburger indicates that the meat is ostrich. Lower fat, less cholesterol.
"Thank you, Bar," Ray says very evenly.
He only twitches a little bit about the plate having rocketships all around the edges.