Please. [the sour look he's wearing, now, deepens as he rolls his eyes] I'm not looking for a heartwarming reunion with mom and pop -- I'm looking for proof you are what you say you are. [he doesn't want ghosts as a reward. how could he? not only would that be impossible, anyway, if he wins, because that'd mean she wasn't divine in the first place, but well, there's really only one person he'd want to see, anyway, and he's very much alive, still, back in Chicago. and unless nullifying a restraining order is also part of her purview, he'll probably never see his fifteen-year-old son again]

[so.] So, you get my hat, I get a blowjob. [he's going to have his cake and eat it, too, thank you]