Idiot!

Was the Spectre scum? To Donnie now, he was. No matter how much evil the Spectre had judged in the past, he was now controlling Old Bartender's corpse and had come to judge Donnie from on high... He had truly pushed Donnie too far. No hatred could have been more absurd than this one. Donnie looked at Old Bartender's body, and a flash of ruthlessness crossed his face. Locking the Spectre in prison meant Old Bartender's corpse would be locked away with him.