[Not private anymore. Obviously.]

Jesus, your police sound worse and worse. You guys let a drunk guy going under a fake name be a detective and work with you? How are you even surprised by how much I hate cops? And-

[That's when Kim begins to contemplate his red strings, and Venkman's reaction is to violently recoil back. His expression is venomous, and everything from his body language to the snippets of his thoughts make him seem more and more like a cornered wild animal. Don't you even fucking dare. Oh, God, if he even thinks about who's on the other end of the strings, Kim can pick up on it- clear your mind, Peter, don't think about them or anything else incriminating.

Bizarrely, Kim will get a vague flash of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man in his head.]

Too bad for you. I'm the one dealing with it firsthand, d'you think I care that you're getting the aftershocks? And I don't want anything you've got to give me.

[You don't have any reason to give a shit about me, except your own well-being. Tough. Maybe I'll self-destruct a little more just for you.]