After the botched raid on my office by the Ghostbusters, stemming from a severe case of mistaken identity, I have inadvertently found myself locked in their containment grid with all sorts of ghosts, ghouls, demons, and worst of all, the relentlessly annoying Bugs Bunny.  I am not truly an ectoplasmic being, and this prison was never meant to hold the likes of me; so I am sure I will be able to escape.  I just need to come up with the proper plan …

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