Slowly Margaret lowered herself down on to

Slowly Margaret lowered herself down on to the dining hall chair. She hoped they'd have chocolate pudding today - she really enjoyed smearing it all over her face and flinging it

Few people have actually heard of the Great Tapioca Battle of 1879, but among those who have, Margaret was revered. A rebel among the other orphans, Margaret demanded

buckets of squid tentacles fried in a tasty batter and servered with a fresh lemon. Margaret's demands were always met as the other orphans feared her. One night squid tentacles

rose from the dead. The ghost busters were in the area. They popped into the orphanage for a nice cup of tea and discovered what they thought were squid tentacles, were those of a

Great Old One? Raymond detected a trace of nuclear protoplasm in the tea & then a tentacle shot out of his cup & rapped itself around his neck. Dr. Venkman grasped a tea cosy

and offered the perky coed a cup of chamomile. "My God!" she screamed. "That ghost's attacking him!" Venkman looked calmly at Ray. Sure enough, a slimy green tentacle was choking

itself. Ray raised an eye brow. Venkman said, "Suicidal Poltergeist. It's not attacking him, it's attacking itself." The coed passed out.

"Tsk Tsk." Venkman eyed the coed hungrily. Ray grasped his shoulder . "Hang on there, cowboy. Remember the last incident. They nearly shuttered the frat." The poltergeist withered

through a heating vent in Venkman's distraction, and once again, the plumber in green beat them to the punch with his mighty vacuum. Brooklyn wasn't big enough for both teams.