[Ok, these thoughts definitely aren't his. And unlike Kim, Venkman has no qualms with accepting the supernatural and, thus, the correct source of these thoughts.]

Fuck. Telepathy? Really, with you?

[Hey Kim, if you can hear this, admit that all cops are bastards. Also, who's the guy with the mutton chops?]

Red string of fate. Red leads to romantic soulmates, silver is- obviously- enemies, blue and gold I dunno for sure yet. Lucky you. You get to share a title with ol' Dickless.

[I've definitely hated other people more than you, but you're probably the guy I like the least in this dimension, it makes sense.]

It's none of your fucking business. [A beat.] But I only injected myself with one.