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Ghost Trevor has got used to his undead existence and has made himself at home at MBB's.
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| Bastard MBB used my skin to make himself a bunny costume...oh look...and here's me poor ol' bones... | |
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| Hi Ghost Trev, I'm 'Bones' Trev...don't let it fuck with your head, mate... | |
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Ghost Trevor has an existential problem...
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| Hold on pal. I'm, the Ghost of Trevor...what the fuck are you, you're my bones...? | |
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| Don't suppose you've read 'Homer'? You know the bit when they meet the shade of Hercules even though his divine spark is in olympus? | |
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Probably not the right thing to say to Ghost Trevor...
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| Homer? You calling me names now? Fuck me it's the 21st Century and nobody cares if you're gay or not! | |
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| Have you thought that maybe I'm not your bones? | |
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