Option 1

“I’m telling you it’s haunted, I need an extermina—“ Shadow Fenix stopped talking when he realized he had been hung up on—again. The ghosts had been visiting him for a while now, and although Fenix appreciated their advice, and it had gotten him and the Colorado Raptors to the SMJHL finals, it was time for them to stop. Fenix had spent the whole morning calling various exterminators, but when he told them it was for a ghost, they had all just laughed him off. “I’m making the big bucks with my contract and via money laundering,” Fenix thought to himself, “I should be able to get someone for this.”

Of course, Fenix would not be able to convince someone to come out, and he eventually would grab his hockey stick, rub some salt on it, and get to work hunting ghosts, not realizing that salt was for a different type of creature. Regardless, when Fenix turned up to the rink later with a look on his face of disappointment and anger, his teammates knew that it was better not to ask. Hopefully a win during the big game would allow for Fenix to get at least one win.