“I got you now,” Swann laughs maniacally.
“No you don’t,” Anton points out, “on account of I am still living and not a ghost, so suck it.”
“But what if I trap you, so although you stick around, nobody can find you, nobody can look to know at what location your body is?” Swann taunts. “You’ll lurk as invisibly as a draft of a book that nobody can pick up, as lost to this world as a dismal man whom no pal or buddy will run across. Such is my villainous policy, mwahaha!”
Anton, finding this monologuing boring, runs away.