[Dave's glad Dirk can't see him, because he flinches at the familiarity of Dirk's voice after a day of waiting for the ghost to actually say something to him. Ugh. Dirk doesn't deserve that.]

I'd offer to let you do it yourself, but, well.

[Incorporeal ghosts don't make for a satisfying face-punching experience.

Speak of the devil, Bro's ghost deigns to appear for real before Dirk, apparently. Hoo...ray? He leans against the wall with his arms crossed, staring at his younger self impassively.

Dave shifts in the closet.]

You don't have to stick around here, you know. He's not doing anything.