The wide open space appeared to serve as both a garage and an office. "I saw a winged baby firing arrows, if that counts," a voice resonated off the brick walls. A head popped up above the hood of an antique ambulance parked in the center of the space. The visage was kind of lumpy and shabby, and had a cigarette hanging from the mouth, not to mention a pair of bizarre goggles perched on top.
"'Course, I also saw two Brooklyn goombas kissing each other full on the mouth. I'm not sure which one you might be talking about, but the first one is where I come in. I'm a Ghostbuster."