[He lost his gun, too. Even more worrying than the amnesia. There's no way he would've escaped disciplinary action if not for the fact he's here in Deerington.

Kim folds his arms, still trying to mentally distance himself from Venkman. He doesn't understand the sudden fixation on the strange, cute mascot--well, besides the fact that he's obviously trying to hide something, but it's not the contents that he questions, but the means used to hide it. A memory buried in the deep recesses of his mind, one that Kim doesn't even consciously summon to the forefront of his thoughts--"Hey, Kimball, you gotta stop working so hard. The boys are headin' out to this great place where you can pick up some chicks after work. Wanna come with?"

He hates that nickname. Hates it with every fiber of his being. He hates the sheer unprincipled conduct of his coworkers and the fact that he's stuck with them. He turns back towards the blinking pinball machine to avoid the question.]

I'm going to assume that whoever they are, they can take care of you.

[Something else. Talk about something else, turn off the road before you travel too far.]

I'm curious--were you actually able to use the plasmid's abilities before it wore off?