Not in Boston . <| sep |> Really fascinating item . Any idea of which civilization it ' s connected to ? Because I ' ve never seen this type of artifact before . <| sep |> it ' s small snake TARDIS <| sep |> I sit and stare as Nick eats his cheerios . I know that he has a hit on his head , but he doesn ' t have a fucking clue . He ' s too busy eating his regular O shaped foods . So I sit and wait , and I continue to hope that he goes out and buys some alphabet soup or some shit . What the absolute fuck am I supposed to do with these ? Is the only thing I can think . I grab a couple of cheerios and lay them neatly on the table . Making it extremely obvious that there is , in fact , someonesomething trying to communicate with him . He just stares as the cheerios placed down , disgustingly trying to operate his brain . Oooo ? Jesus Christ . I fucking hate this kid . Nick ! Can you at least go buy some noodles or something ? You ' ve been living off of spaghettio ' s , cheerios , froot loops and bread for far too long . You need a different form of sustenance . Please Nick . Nothing . What ' s the point of being a ghost if you can only touch food anyway ? Being a ghost sucks . In fact , why am I even here ? What was my whole intention behind saving a guy that can ' t multitask breathing and walking ? Oh . Right . He can bring me back to life . Or at least , so says the grapevine in purgatory . This is retarded . Couldn ' t it have been literally ANYONE else ? Why did it have to be this guy ? This . Nick . Nick , please buy some alphabet soup .