"Aw, come onnn," he pleaded to Liz, as if she had told him he couldn't wear his cape to school. "Chicks love the uniform." He sighed and took off the proton pack, leaning it carefully against the wall. "All right. You stay here in case she comes back, Liz. I'll go around and see if I can talk to our escape artist."
He thought hauling a 45-pound backpack all over the city would put him in better shape, but even without it, Venkman still came around to the back of the building puffing and clutching his side. "Hahh. (puff) Next time I see the Marlboro man (gulp, puff) I'm gonna knock his moustache *right* off. (puff, puff) How dare he make my death so tasty?"