Mr. and Mrs. Maitland? Hello? Where are you?

Dead. Dead, dead, deadski.

Of course they're dead. They're ghosts.

No, I mean they're gone, split, out of here, afterlife kids, deceased-ahh.

Are you a ghost too?

I'm a ghost with the most, babe. [Gets up from his lounge chair] Y'know, you look like somebody I can relate to. Maybe you could help me get out of here, you know, 'cause I gotta tell you: this dead thing is- [Picks up and eats a beetle from the ground] -it's just too creepy. See, here's my problem; I got these friends on the outside I said I'd meet, y'know, and but it's the kind of thing I have to be there in person, y'know, so I was just wondering could you help me get out of here?

[Sighing sadly]

I want to get in.

[Confused]

...why?