(Technically, he should be thus engaged, of course, as it's his job, but hey, we all like to have a moan about certain tasks from time to time don't we. Mrs. Author does, although, in my defence, I did have a ferociously squitty tummy, and had no idea she even had a favourite towel).
Egon was currently in sub dungeon number three, or as it's more commonly known, the resting place of The Children Of The Night.
(It's even more commonly known as the `stinky poo poo pit', but the staff keep that to themselves on account of them all having ever such a tiny aversion to being hung, drawn, quartered, and eighthed, a particularly nasty form of treatment very similar to the traditional method of execution except, as is obvious from the name, the corpse is split into eight sloppy, twitching chunks
