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I think it would really suck eggs if there really were spirits, and they really hated us because we didn't believe in them. Then if they got pissed off, they could come down and get inside the cieling fans and make it come out of the ceiling like it was attached to a rope or something, and turn it on real fast so that they could come up behind someone when they least expect it and chop them up into tiny bits. That would be the ultimate revenge, evil spirits. Now they'll never get to heaven. Stupid spirits, I laugh as I poke at your dead carcasses with the butt-end of a hoe.