"Ray, can you work the machine without me?" says Egon. "I don't think it would be a good idea to-"

"I worked it the first time it was ever made, Egon. Go and stick some chickenbane up your nose, okay?"

"Thank you," says Egon gratefully, and darts from the car, a cloud of feathers trailing behind him.

"We'll have some roast beef sandwiches waiting for when you get solid again," Ray says. "Come on, let's get this done with- the faster we get finished here, the faster we can try that door. It's at the Staten Island ferry terminal."