 And now, an excerpt from Goodbye Ghost, Act 2, Scene 2. This scene takes place between James and Butt Ghost. But can't they help you in some way? There is no cure for Butt Cancer. What will I do without you? James, you've never needed me in the first place. What do you mean? Inside of you lies the power, not me. I'm only a spirit that haunts the posteriors of mammals. I can't let you go! You already have. Butt Ghost gestures to the framed photo of James with his arm wrapped around a yield sign. It's not what you think. No, it's what I know. But Butt Ghost, shh, don't speak. You've broken my heart enough already. I can't let you go! You had no trouble letting your other women go. That was five years ago, Butt Ghost. A Butt Ghost never forgets. You forgot me once. I had to go soul-searching James. And what did you find? I found my spirit place. The air was still and the water was cool. I felt a presence. I turned to look, but no one was there. I was alone. The moon over had gazed down at my prone body. I felt nothing and everything at once. And that's when I realized my people need me. Ankle Ghost will be fine. It's not just Ankle Ghost anymore, James. It's the world. What does that even mean? The revoking Ghost license is everywhere now. No, it's true. But what about your estranged relationship with your brother? Ghost Butt will either have to get out of my way or join me. How? James, you know me too well to question my ability in dealing with these issues. Very well. I can only hope you don't fail. Failure is not an option. Good luck. Thank you. Here, take this. James passes a plunger to Butt Ghost. I will not let you down. Goodbye, Butt Ghost. James salutes. Goodbye, James. Butt Ghost flushes. Something even the loneliest man can relate to. Goodbye, Ghost brings us to realize our own mortality and the importance of our relationship with our friends, regardless of corporeality. Foundation Tribune. Play of the Year. Period. Chaos Insurgency Review. Guaranteed to make you both laugh and cry, the Butt Ghost's performance is the best of the year, if not the century. Time Anomaly Magazine. What the fuck is this shit? O5-7.