[Zulius arrives as he is wont to do, dramatically and screaming. It takes him a moment to catch his bearings, for the screaming to die into a confused whaaaauuuaaa? sound. He's covered in blood, it's stained the white in his zebra hide pink, he doesn't know what he was expecting when oblivion took him, but it wasn't this.]

....Whaaaaaaat the flluuuunk?

[Or a bit later, you might find him peering at the snacks, carefully, he picks up an Ecto Cooler.]

...Oh my Goose, I haven't seen these since the eighties!

[And, naturally, gossip fiend that he is, he'll be watching the TV later, eating snacks. Because this is easier than processing the being dead thing. So much easier.]

Ohhhhhhh booooy I think we're about to get a cat fight. Me-ow.