[ Beetlejuice freezes when he feels the weapon jabbed against him. He takes on a thoughtful expression. They were both dead. Would a gunshot even matter? Then again, this was a very different kind of dead than he was used to. He didn't think things like this could happen, but here he was with wings and a halo instead of phasing out of existence in a sandworm's stomach. Maybe getting shot would suck very very much.]
Woah, woah, okay--!
[ He raises his hands--and then two more fully sleeved arms slither out from under his original pair and hold their hands up too. ]
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[ Beetlejuice freezes when he feels the weapon jabbed against him. He takes on a thoughtful expression. They were both dead. Would a gunshot even matter? Then again, this was a very different kind of dead than he was used to. He didn't think things like this could happen, but here he was with wings and a halo instead of phasing out of existence in a sandworm's stomach. Maybe getting shot would suck very very much.]
Woah, woah, okay--!
[ He raises his hands--and then two more fully sleeved arms slither out from under his original pair and hold their hands up too. ]
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