Not ghost bombs. Concentrated parcels of psychokinetic energy that, upon activated, would discharge this energy within a confined radius.

[A very subtle difference. He adjust his glasses when Ray says that. Is he blushing, or is that the alcohol? It's hard to tell. When he speaks, his voice is notably softer.]

Ray, I would rather not get into my opinions on the predetermination of human life and the agenda of a higher being that may or may not be a chicken. [A dry smile appears on his face.] Though, in all honesty, I would not mind if it were fate that drew us all together.