I’d read that book/watch that movie/whatever that whatever. One of those unlikely friends stories where they end up working together and learn some kind of life lesson along the way.

Possesive spirit, 5 minutes later: “Let me out! Let me go back to hell!”

Me: “Nope, you pushed in, now you gotta drive.”

Spirit: “Please? At least it’s warm there.”

Yeah, make that fucker go to work, then be forced by the (no longer mine) brain to do irrational things, have decision blocks, and with focus on the fritz all the time.

Meantime I’ll be in his dimension making sweet love to his demonic mother, be at peace.