The ghostbusters got right to work. One old lady, her name was Caroline picked up the couch and threw it out the window.
I ducked as the couch sailed over my head and directly on top of the falafel cart thirteen stories below.
"What the cow?!" I exclaimed.
"Did you ladies hear that." Gertrude asked. "It sounded like a ghost."
Mariam, the third ghostbuster pulled out her machine gun and shot the TV thirty times.
"Take that you whipper-snapper!" She shouted.
Larry, Jeff and Jerry stared in amazement.
"What the cow?" Jeff asked. "That was cowin' awesome."
"When you live under my roof you will not use that language." Caroline told him.
"I don't live under your roof, I live under floor fourteen." Jeff said.
"Don't you use that tone with me, young hairless guinea pig." Caroline replied angrily.
Gertrude picked up the fridge and tossed it out the window too. It landed on the falafel seller.
