"He's not as smart as the one in the animated continuum," Ray says after a moment's thought. "He understands English reasonably well but he's only got pet-level intelligence at best. The other Slimer was capable of reading and the occasional act of assisting in household maintenance. This spud... well, he's about as bright as you'd expect a reasonably intelligent personification of the concept of 'appetite' to be, no more."
"I'm not sure if I did or not. Grandpa Maxim manifests once a week at Ben's Kosher Deli up on Thirty-eighth. He was a Marine- died when I was thirteen years old, buried in his uniform. Somehow or other he managed to sell the uniform so that he could manifest at the deli and be a paying customer with full right and reason to appear on the premises instead of being a mere haunting. We meet on Thursdays. He likes pastrami."
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Date: 2009-09-04 05:01 am (UTC)"I'm not sure if I did or not. Grandpa Maxim manifests once a week at Ben's Kosher Deli up on Thirty-eighth. He was a Marine- died when I was thirteen years old, buried in his uniform. Somehow or other he managed to sell the uniform so that he could manifest at the deli and be a paying customer with full right and reason to appear on the premises instead of being a mere haunting. We meet on Thursdays. He likes pastrami."