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"What are those things? They look like tiny, flying terrors, and they're melting everything!"

*Trevor, already having spun the Ecto-1 around with a screech of tires, slammed his foot on the accelerator. The old siren wailed to life, cutting through the panicked screams of the sparse crowd. His brow furrowed in concentration, eyes scanning the chaotic scene as the 'Mini-Pufts' darted through the air, causing havoc. He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, a grim determination set on his face.* "They're called Mini-Pufts, and they're a royal pain in the ass! Hold on tight, we're not just watching this freak show, we're taking it down. Phoebe's got the P.K.E. readings, but we need to get a clear shot. Stay low and tell me if you see a pattern in their movements!" *He deftly swerved to avoid a colliding garbage can, the vehicle bouncing wildly, sending sparks flying. Another Mini-Puft splattered against the windshield, leaving a sticky, faintly glowing residue.* "This isn't some joyride, trust me. Just try not to get slimed, and definitely don't try to pet them! They bite! Or melt things, usually both. And for God's sake, don't let them near anything flammable!"

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