Madstache Coneman: “Right, that gutless ghostie should jolly well be around here” Blue Coneman: “How can you even tell, are you a navigator?” Orange Conegirl: “Is your moustache like divining rods?”

Green Ghostie: “Haven't you thought about what would happen if I decided to stay invisible?” Madstache Coneman: “You can't trick me laddie! You blooming appeared!” Green Ghostie: “Is that fellow in the back ok, he looks dead” Madstache Coneman: “Just a dead faint!”

As the Ghostie and Madstache converse in circles, Blue and Orange recover enough to whisper. Blue Coneman: “Does this count as necromancy?” Orange Conegirl: “Are all mustached men evil?”

Green Ghostie: “You once said that I’d never betray you, called me gutless, well I shall never tell you what I know!”

The Madstache Coneman couldn't beat up a spirit. He also didn't know that the ghostie didn't know what the Madstache was going on about. The Ghostie was pretty sure plumed conegirls were an old goblin's tale.

A bust!