[ EU ] Gozer asks Ray if he 's a god and he says `` yes ''

`` Are you a god?'' Gozer's voice rasped. Electricity and unearthly power swirling her body. 
 
 Ray looked to his compatriots then to Venkman in particular. He nodded. It did make sense, after all. 
 
 `` Yes. Yes I am.'' Ray replied. 
 
 The terror dogs Zuul and Vinz looked both incredulous and menacing at the same time. Gozer gave a strained tired laugh. 
 
 `` Are you now.'' It was more statement than question. 
 
 Ray continued the bluff. It was the only move. 
 
 `` Consider it: I have dominion over thousands of souls. I can control where they go, what they do. It is only under my will that they could ever be truly be free.'' 
 
 Ray paused. Was he actually beginning to buy his own story? Venkman stepped forward. 
 
 `` That's right, lady. We are a quorum of gods.'' He paused. `` Quorum is four, right?'' 
 
 `` It's actually Latin for'of whom'.'' Spangler spoke up. `` I think the phrasing you were seeking was quartet.'' 
 
 `` Quartet! Of course. Like a barbershop.'' Venkman smiled. `` We are a barbershop of gods, I'll have you know. Earlier today we were on our way to stop you, as gods are wont to do when another God tries stepping on their turf... But a lower level God got in our way. You could tell he was a god because he did n't have a dick.'' 
 
 Gozer cackled. It was true, gods were without genitalia. 
 
 `` A good story.'' Gozer replied. `` But it sounds like just a story. You...'' Gozer pointed a glowing finger at Winston. `` You've been quiet. Prove to me you're a god. Shed your earthly finery.'' 
 
 `` My what?'' Winston gasped. 
 
 `` She wants to inspect your genitalia or lack thereof.'' Replied Spangler, amused. 
 
 `` Oh no no. That's at least the third date. I like to take my time before a reveal.'' Winston replied. 
 
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 The rest of the story, as they say, is history. A short battle raged on the building top. A massive creature made of marshmallow and a fierce attitude demolished part of the city. In the end our fearless foursome proved victorious. They would repeat this string of victory for years to come. They would reside in history as saviors... If only their legacy was n't tarnished by another barbershop of lesser goddesses.
