*SOB, SOB* *WIBBLE, WIBBLE* Myrtle looked at the blue-eyed professor (Gaston), pearly ghost tears running down her transparent cheeks. "T-they're doing it WRONG!" she sobbed. "Dying i-isn't all l-long and dramatic like that. I-it's more -"

OH, NO! HE DID NOT JUST TALK TO HER LIKE THAT!!! That's it. She was DONE! Last time she held her tongue, but now she WOULD NOT stay silent!

She burst into loud tears and flew right up to Professor Paul to give him a piece of her mind. "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY?!?! I know, l-let's all YELL at p-poor miserable m-moaning Myrtle because she's DEAD! Well, i-in case YOU h-hadn't noticed, GHOSTS HAVE F-FEELINGS TOO!"

*SOB, SOB* *WAIL* "Oh, and b-by the way, I QUIT!!!"

And with that, she gave a mournful wail and sped away.