Well, that's just rude. What happened to buttercups?

[She had probably brought it on herself.]

I'm not really a ghost. It's just the closest thing in your culture to a Bgztlian. We fly, we go invisible, we go through things... I mean, it took you like, five thousand years before you stopped screaming long enough to try and communicate with us.

[A short pause.]

Oh. Right.

...Well then. Guess I'll see you in five thousand years.