You say Beetlejuice three times, giggling.
Something is wrong.
You’ve summoned the star Betelgeuse.
Our Solar System is obliterated in an instant.
Everybody you know is dead, vaporised by the massive ball of plasma.It’s your fault.
Reblogging for one of my best friends. Because we have an agreement about Beetlejuice/Betegeuse: one of these days I’ll either summon a bio-exorcist, or she’ll get to see a supernova. Either way, we win!