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I hate it when Thor sleeps in my bed. Every try to pick up a sleeping ghost? They're worst than sleeping cats. So I turn on the amp to the drums, head for my bedroom, I got off two clicks, Thor was up on the third click and across the house on the fourth click, with the drum sticks. I jumped into the bed; and jumped right back out, smack into the wall. I forgot, Thor has a very low body temperature - he can freeze dry ice. On to plan B, set out some Boo-Berries. Extorted by a ghost, yes. Small price to pay for a warm bed. 'nite.