He keeps my booze inside his dome.
New Wavelengths"I can't believe I let Peter talk me into this," Dr. Egon Spengler muttered to himself as he walked down the streets of New York. He clutched a bouquet of flowers in his right hand, his left hand in his pocket. Meanwhile, Janine Melnitz stood in her Brooklyn apartment, rummaging through her closet. "I need a dress, and time's running out! Egon should be here any minute..." She finally settled on a floral print dress; it was strapless, jutted out into a pile of ruffles around the waist, giving it a petticoat look, but had a short pencil skirt. However, before she could put it on, there was a knock at the door. Egon! she thought. He's here already!"Janine?" he called, knocking again."Uh, just a minute!" she managed to stammer. Zip! Janine quickly fumbled around with her makeup, and slid on her bright pink pumps. She opened the door with a smile. "Hi, Egon," she said with a blush. "Hi, Janine...I, um, I brought you these." He thrust the