Zeus: Why you keep calling me Jesús? I look Puerto Rican to you?
John: Guy back there called you Jesús.
Zeus: He didn’t say Jesús. He said, “Hey! Zeus!” My name is Zeus.
John: Zeus?
Zeus: Yeah, Zeus! As in, father of Apollo? Mt. Olympus? Don’t fuck with me or I’ll shove a lightning bolt up your ass? Zeus! You got a problem with that?
John: …No, I don’t have a problem with that.
This brings up so many questions about what a ghost is if not a soul.
Also, [War and Peas]. :)
If ghostbusters taught us anything, it’s that ghosts are made of ectoplasm and sometimes marshmallows. Maybe ectoplasm contains a consciousness like our brain meat. Or maybe marshmallows do. And white ghosts are fun size marshmallow monsters!
I was about to say the same thing. Are ghosts implied to be sheets of our skin here?

