The ghost: So?

Lachchi: Everybody
would be waiting for you.
What will they say?

The ghost: When nature
couldn't inhibit us last night ...
what will mere
words embarrass us now?

Lachchi: Come on.

Thr ghost: Who gets to hear
such sweet 'come ons'.

What are you doing?

Lachchi: You told me
that you're a ghost?

The ghost: Top to bottom.

Lachchi: You can't be a ghost.
Ghosts can't be tickled.

The ghost: Really?
What more
do you know about ghosts?