--

   At bar, a cloud of wraiths and screaming banshees begins swarming into
   the tavern, lifting people from their seats and forcing their bodies to
   sign military contracts.
   Boss perks up from an argument about smoking and whether gender relates
   to intellgence. He yells to the sky, "Yes, I'll take three! And I need
   to renew!"
   The banshees and wraiths leave.