"Help me. Please."

"What's wrong?"

"I swear there's a ghost in my house."

"You really think I'm going to fall for that?"

"No, Finn, please. I swear it isn't a joke. I'm really scared."

"How do you even know that there's a ghost?"

"Okay, I'm not sure, but there's weird stuff happening. I was just chilling and suddenly all the lights went out. Then my laptop screen flickered off and on and I think I hear footsteps, but I'm home alone."

"Are you sure no one's home?"

"Yes! I'm not stupid, Finn."

"Okay, that's freaky."

"No shit Sherlock. That's what I've been trying to say."

"Okay, ehm, just stay calm. There might be a logical explanation for this."

"Just stay calm? Really? That's all you've got? I'm freaking out!"

"Okay, okay. I just have no idea what to do in a situation like this."

"I figured."

"Can't you go check the house or something? Use a flashlight and get a baseball bat as a weapon."

"..."

"Are you... laughing?"

"I just can't with you. I tell you there are ghosts and your suggestion is to go check it out. You just want me to get killed, don't you?"

"Wait. This was all a prank? Again?"

"You totally fell for it. This was great."

"One day I'm going to get back at you, you won't ever see it coming."

"We'll see about that. But I'll talk to you later, I need to go to swimming practice."

"You swim?"

"No, I need to go to swimming practice, but I don't swim. Yes, Finn, I swim. Now bye."

"Bye, May."