When I had pet cats, I would frequently mimic their meows back at them, sometimes longer and louder– you know, to make fun of them– but they didn’t understand irony and so instead learned also to drag out their cries ’til we were equally obnoxious.
If I ever end up in a haunted house, I’m just going to make things worse, going “no, bOOOoooOOOooooOOOOO!” back at some dumb ghost.
Writing “spooky” on the wall with my own blood and a backward ‘s’ to clown on the unquiet dead.
(looking a ghost in its deep black eyes while throwing my own dishes on the floor) Yeah, that’s right, I can poltergeist too! WHAT.”