[Venkman rubs at his face, still half sitting up on the floor. He let go of the Litten's scruff when Ray started talking, and the cat is now curled up on his lap, looking around curiously. The Wimpod crawls up onto Venkman's lap, and the Fletchling perches on his knee; they both seem excited about the new baby.]

Thanks, guys. I'm glad you both care about me so much and immediately checked if I was ok after getting fire in my face. You're real gems. You know, the bird here can spit fire, too. Burned my hand pretty badly when I caught it. I'm reallyyyy hoping this doesn't turn into an everyday thing.

And yeah, yeah, I paid some attention in college, Spengs. I didn't get these PhDs just from copying your notes and homework.

But it helped.

... And stop calling him Garfield.

[The Litten perks up at the name and bats at Venkman's face. He grimaces.]

No. No! No, that is not your name. No. Bad kitten. Uh, Litten. Whatever.