I wake up, half expecting to be greeted by the Stapler's Ghost again. How does he keep getting into my house, anyway? I guess when you're a ghost, things like a door don't bother you. Instead, what I see is... Deadpool. And this guy:
"Why are you here? And why did you bring Man-Faye with you?"
"Your old friend the Stapler's been bothering me, so I came over here since you're the Stapler expert. I brought Golden Girls tapes too :D"
"Terrific. I guess you can stay until we call the Ghostbusters on the Stapler, but Man-Faye has to go."
"Aww, man, nobody wants me!" whined the morbidly obese cross-dresser.
"Get out. Now." I commanded.
After making sure Man-Faye was a decent distance away from my house, I returned to Deadpool obsessing over the Bea Arthur tapes he was now playing in my ancient VCR.
This is going to be a long day.