Look, it doesn't matter what it's called. I dreamed you were doing a mumbo-jumbo to get rid of a ghost. Xinchub's ghost.
Only it didn't work, because there were thousands of ghosts. . . The ghosts of everybody he ever killed.
They called themselves Legion.
That's a pretty creepy dream, alright.
You said something about "chicken-bone" right at the end.
You had about six too many hot wings at dinner.