Winter: Time for some morning snacks--

Winter: WHAT IN THE SANDWICH FUCK?

*standing before him, was another version of Winter, a skeleton cloaked in blue fire*

Winter: Who the hell are you?

Ghost Winter: I'm technically you...but, I'm a Ghost Rider.

Winter: What in three moons is that?

Ghost Winter: Basically sold my soul to the devil, now I reap sinners for all eternity.

Winter: For some reason, that doesn't sound too farfetched...

Qibli: *comes in* Winter, why are you yelling--

Qibli: WHOA! WHO IS THIS, AND WHY IS HE ON FIRE?

Winter: Qibli, this is me from another dimension, and parentally sold his soul...as if I had one in the first place.

Qibli: Wow, he looks so cool!

Winter: Hey, I'm the only cool one here!

Qibli: I don't think you can top hellfire, dude.

Winter: Please, I am the original, and he's just some brand of copyrighted material!

Ghost Winter: If you excuse me, I'll be doing my job.

Qibli: Where are you going?

Ghost Winter: Nothing of your concerns.

Later:

*Ghost Winter kicked down the door of the villains apartment*

Ghost Winter: OK, which one of you freeloaders am I suppose to kill first?

Morrowseer: Me! Me! Me!

Darkstalker: What Morrowseer wanted to say, is...would you rather Netflix and chill instead?

Ghost Winter: ...

*minutes later, everyone was gathered around the TV*

Ghost Winter: You were right, this is so much better.

Darkstalker: Told ya.