The message originates in the ectoplasm of a 1977 porn set in a locker room behind what used to be a racquetball court.
Message is for porn director "Syphilis Steve."
"Hey Asshole. We agreed on SEVEN. I counted NINE. I had a fucking guest shot lined up on Charlie's Angels. Farrah Fucking Fawcett, you amoeba. Who can feel peritonitis through cocaine?"
(Staci was apparently unaware "Syphilis Steve" had already crossed over as well, for he responded).
"Staci, great to hear from you! I can explain! So sorry about the C.A.. Not quite sure why you can't sense my ectoplasm or I can't get at yours. For some reason, my soul is trapped in Antarctica. There's nobody here. Even the penguins avoid me. Call me. I can get you work."
Facilitation by third party spiritual go-between was attempted but (unsurprisingly) no calls were returned.
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