Chapter Seventeen: "Make My Millennium!"

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"What a choice we've got here", said Barbara. "We get to spend the next century either hanging out the window or doing parlor tricks." "Maybe they'll leave now.", said Adam. "That snake was a pretty nasty customer." "Well, he could've hurt somebody", Barbara. "But he didn't", said Adam. "We've got him right where we want him."

    "You buncha losers!", said Beetlejuice angrily. "How dare you interrupt a professional while he's working!" "I'm not fond of Charles Deetz particularly, but you could've killed him.", said Barbara. "I'm just doing my job!", exclaimed Beetlejuice. "I thought we had a deal. It's okay. Y'know why? I don't wanna do business with you deadbeats anyway, thank you. The only one I think I can deal with is Edgar Allan Poe's daughter. I think she understands me." Barbara picks him up "You leave her alone, you...", she said. Spikes burst out of Beetlejuice, making Barbara yelp in pain and drop him. He falls back into the model. "Go ahead, make my millennium", said Beetlejuice as he laughs. "I'm feelin' a little...ooh, anxious, if ya know what I mean. It's been about 600 years, after all. I wonder where a guy, an everyday Joe like myself can find a little action." In front of Beetlejuice, Dante's Inferno Room appears in the model. "Yeah. Here I come, baby.", said Beetlejuice. "Hey, Adam, nice move!" "Adam, why did you build that?", asked Barbara. "I didn't", answered Adam.

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