[ Adam may very well smell Beetlejuice before he hears him--or feels him rather. A long striped arm walks its way along the back of the sofa on two fingers before draping over one of the First Man's shoulders. ]
Awww, what's eatin' ya, buddy?
[ Who better to comfort a newly dead demon than MR EMPATHY HIMSELF. He's been practicing and he's, like, so good at this now. For real. ]
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Awww, what's eatin' ya, buddy?
[ Who better to comfort a newly dead demon than MR EMPATHY HIMSELF. He's been practicing and he's, like, so good at this now. For real. ]