In any event, Whiny Walter apologizes in kind and hoists his talisman into the air for a little more Latinating. It's been a very long time, but I believe that when he intones, "Manes omnes, ad me venite," he's saying, "All hands, come to me," so it makes perfect sense for the three remaining ghosts with connections to Stage Nine to appear in a false clearing nearby. In addition to Skippy The Floppy-Skulled Ghoul, we've got a charming lady who looks like what Margaret Hamilton would have ended up as had the crew on The Wizard Of Oz not gotten to that pesky exit fire in time, and an accountant who's left arm ends in a shredded, bloody stump. I'm guessing he's the other suicide. Though why anyone would want to commit suicide by shoving their arm into a wood chipper is beyond me. Then again, I have no idea what a wood chipper would be doing on a soundstage in the first place, so what the hell do I know? Dean immediately raises his sawed-off shotgun and waits for the perfect moment to open fire, but all three of the ghosts unexpectedly buzz and blink and flicker out at the same time. After a nail-biting moment wherein Our Intrepid Heroes shoot tense glances at each other and The Dirty Little Whore Dump, something suddenly hauls all fifteen feet's worth of The Ginormotron into the air and dumps him into the fake dirt. Whiny Walter skedaddles just as Our Intrepid Heroes and The Dirty Little Whore Dump do the same, with the latter group racing across the set into the faux-stone cabin, slamming the door behind them. It is only then that they remember the faux-stone cabin has all of two walls. Wah. Wah. Waaaaaaaah!