"Winston Zeddemore: (heard from Rookie's communicator) Hey, Rook! I'm trapped in a dark place. Can barely move my arms. Can you find me? I think you're getting closer to me, the sounds are getting louder. You know, I always did like you more than the others did. Keep looking, man. I've got to be around somewhere in here! Hey! In here! Give me a hand! Hey, thanks, man! I was seriously cramping up in there. This is all looking familiar. Ray would be giggling right now. This must be where all the mood slime came from. Look! They must've pumped it straight into the sewers from here. Let's go find Egon... then we'll think about finding Peter. Shandor's cult was working some scary experiments in here. There's blue slime, pink slime, yellow slime. But every ghost in here is coated' with black slime. What's generating it all? Where's it all coming from? Being dead for 80 years sure hasn't improved these guys' disposition any. I'm not sure which one of you shoved me in that crate, but you all owe me a big apology! You picked the wrong side, ghost. Shandor isn't here to help you now, is he?! This is the kind of stuff that really shows well on your review. I think you are really turning some heads back at headquarters. Man, what are these spooks up to in here? I get the whole Mandala-immortality-and power thing, but what's up with all the slime science?"