“Bro! We’ve got a six-episode order for our ghost hunting show!”
“No way! Bro, that’s fucking great!”
“Two things, though. One: we can’t use ‘Ghost Bros’ as our name, and two: we need to have six pitches for episodes before we shoot.”
“Ghost Dudes?”
“Taken.”
“Dude, Where’s My Ghost?”
“Taken.”
“Ghost Weed?”
“They didn’t get that one.”
“Okay, what about the episode thing. How many ideas do we got?”
“Five, bro. We just need one more.”
“Well, what’s a place where there’d be a lot of ghosts? What about those underground death tunnels in Paris? Plus, we’d get to go to Paris.”
“We only have permission to shoot in America, bro.”
“Hawaii?”
“Contiguous, bro.”
“Where’d there be a lot of ghosts in America?”
“Antietam?”
“Auntie ate what? What about New Orleans?”
“Bro, two of our episodes are already in New Orleans!”
“Never mind, bro. I got it. I know where we should go!”
“Don’t leave me in suspense, bro.”
“Never forget, bro!”
“Huh?”
“Ground Zero, bro! We should do an episode from there.”
“I dunno, bro. That idea gives me the squeams. I think it might be offensive.”
“How come?”
“I think it’s too soon.”
“Well, how long do the people have to be dead before we can try to talk to their ghosts?”
“If you ain’t related? Like, thirty-five years.”
“How long ago was 9/11?”
“I forget, bro.”
“Shit, no, bro, I got it!”
“What?”
“The title!”
“Lay it on me, bro!”
“The Preternatural Inquiries of the Boon Companions!”