"Yeah," he says, uneasy even at the thought. "I've never killed anyone, and I'm pretty sure I don't want to start."

Even as he says it, his head spins a little. He thinks it's probably just unease. Maybe it's memories he doesn't have access to roiling around in the locked-off part of his brain. Tough to tell not knowing, quite literally. Also, he's never seen Beetlejuice turn red before. That can't be a good sign.

"Your uh ... mood ring's goin' off. You need a minute?"