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INT. DAEMON RITUS ROOM - DAY Brad the Goth and two skeleton warriors are playing a game at a folding table, using sinister-looking, octagonal cards. Scooby looks around the room. A mischievous look crosses his face; he has an idea. Scooby clutches his heart. He wheezes. He's pretending to have a heart attack. SCOOBY: Rikes! I'm rying! The guards stare blankly at him from their seats as he stumbles back and forth melodramatically. Scooby flips onto his back. He gasps for air like a dying fish, raspy and without shame. Then he "dies." The possessed humans continue staring, unmoved. After a moment, Scooby squinches open one eye. BRAD: It didn't work the first eight times you did it either. SCOOBY: I reary am dead rhis rime! BRAD: Then why are you talking? Scooby slaps his paw to his face. SCOOBY: Rupid!