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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

And right after that, the Door opened again to admit a tired but relieved at being done with work Ghostbuster. He also had sore fingers. Maria was teething. And he was wondering if there was beaver in the family tree somewhere. A kid should not be able to *eat* a playpen.



He blinked and shielded his eyes at another arrival.

"Yo buddy, lay off the high beams will ya?" He yelled.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Smirk vanishing in three....two....one.

Quickly followed by the ignition of "URGHHHH-AHHHHHH WHAT THE HELL??????"

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

The Ranger only smiles and accepts tea from a passing waitrat.

"Quite a 'vacation', don't you think?"

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter looked rather green now as he flopped into a seat.

"I think I need a lot more drinks to get that image out of my head."

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

The Ranger chuckles.

"Oh, that's not so bad. Especially compared to the time I attended a F'xali wedding..."

There's a twinkle in his eye. An impish but warning twinkle.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

He frowned, "...Really don't wanna know, Mr. Lite Brite."

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

The Ranger smirks a little and lets the waitrat know that Peter's next drink is on his tab.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Which Peter promptly ordered.

"Thanks," he said to him afterwards.

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

"To further make it up to you, perhaps you would like to sometime see the offspring of that rather...interesting endeavor. The foals are sure to be quite adorable."

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter blinked, "I'll pass. Especially if that time I happen to have the kids with me. Don't need Maria crying for a pony just yet, she's only teething now."