Story of his life really. One minute, things are looking up since you're finally back in the city's good graces again. After you saved their butts. AGAIN. And now there's nothing. And then you're waking up in your birthday suit and covered in slime.

.....AGAIN.

"Ok, who's bright idea to dose old Pete with the good times slime? Ray was it you?" Peter stumbled around, wiping the goop out of his eyes, and then blinked as he heard something in his head.

"...That's not Ray." Or Egon, or Winston. It was a chick, but it sure didn't sound like Dana or Janine. What the hell is going on here?

Wait, wait... "Worlds that ARE left? All right, come on, I'm a scientist and I need answers right now." And Chosen for what? To be Slimer's chewtoy?