[ Beetlejuice bristles and the hair along his temples begins to shift from grimy green to flamin hot cheetos red. He prefers being angry to feeling lost and confused. He puffs himself up to make himself bigger and he opens his mouth to bark more threats at her.]
[ This turns out to be a bad idea because he is suddenly doused in a cloud of good smells. It's vile. His throat, his tongue, his eyes, his nostrils, they are all assaulted. Enough! Enough!]
[ Beetlejuice lets out a shrill scream as he claws at his face and backs away further and further until he nearly trips over another table. This jars him into action. He twists around and with bleary vision he books it to the far ends of the Garden as fast as his feet will carry him. He doesn't even remember he has wings.]
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[ This turns out to be a bad idea because he is suddenly doused in a cloud of good smells. It's vile. His throat, his tongue, his eyes, his nostrils, they are all assaulted. Enough! Enough!]
[ Beetlejuice lets out a shrill scream as he claws at his face and backs away further and further until he nearly trips over another table. This jars him into action. He twists around and with bleary vision he books it to the far ends of the Garden as fast as his feet will carry him. He doesn't even remember he has wings.]
Outta my way!