Screw a couple pages. I'm perfect for this job. I depossess the crow, who falls and makes a lovely splat sound. Anyways, I go to the hill, fly past the turrets, through the bedrock walls, scare away your minions, and go straight into the castle, where you die of fright. Lasers, bedrock turrets, heat sensors, don't do a thing to a ghost. I then enlist the help of everyone else to dismantle this foolishness and keep the hill sane. I then go away and possess a winged snake that just happened to be flying by, without killing it, and fly away to wait.
You guys can go ahead and squabble over ownership if you want. I'll be back when I'm needed. ;P
Edit: frickin ninjas. I still live in a flying snake, no matter what.