[ Eventually the harsh cry of the organ and the pace of the horses begins to slow and eventually the organ toots its last note. The machine hisses and sighs as the platform stops. ]
[ Beetlejuice readjusts himself, turning around in the saddle to beam at Wrath with slightly drifting eyes. He points at him like a game show host--or rather--points right at Son. ]
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[ Beetlejuice readjusts himself, turning around in the saddle to beam at Wrath with slightly drifting eyes. He points at him like a game show host--or rather--points right at Son. ]
WE HAVE A WINNER!