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Gus didn't have the original pointer that came 
with the Ouija, so he used an extra Indian feather, 
since it came from a real Indian, 
it may prove to be advantageous. 
Since Indians were the closest to the spirits, 
(accept for Joel Osteen, 
who is not a snake oil salesman at all). 
He looked around the room, feeling the anticipation 
as the motley crue held hands, and 
looked upon him to guide them. 
Gus sensed that they needed this one.
"Do it for Little Orphan Annie", he thought.
Gus put the tip of his middle finger on the feather and chanted, "Hillaryions", "minions of the dark realms, 
come in visitation here before us, we give you 
entrance of our own free will and rights vested in us 
by the U.S. Constitution and Hippa Laws, 
go Cowboys he added in private hopes!" 
With that, Gus and his little company waited. In only seconds Gus felt an electrical phenomena tug at his middle finger, he felt his hands raise and the opposing fingers descend towards his palm while his 
middle finger became erect. Haha, very funny, ghost. 
Hey, are you from Uranus, he retaliated, 
in sporting kind. The ghost knew he was burned 
and thus defeated, so he let Gus's hand drop back 
down to the font. His hand began to weave and touch 'of the Indian feather'- to first the n, o ...b, u, t... Y, o,u...a,r,e...f,r,o,m...C,h,u,c,k,s...
After a moment of reflection Gus realized that this 
ghost was not so easily defeated. 
"One of Osteen's blue ribbon boys 'eh", he challenged, reconciling the arduousness of his adversary, task. 
Gus blurted out, Hillary is trying to take over Hell!...

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