Oh yeah? *Flips the switch powering the atomic power pack kept concealed under his suitjacket. Suddenly, a beam of orange particles shoots out through the nozzle of the pack's hoselike gun lassoing the lizard ghost, hogtieing it and forcing the spectre down into the swirling vortex of the handy-dandy travelmate ghost trap beneath the floating menace. The doors to the trap shut closed, the little beacon signals a successful capture.
That'll teach you to mess with the man. A sort of shady hipster man, but the man nonetheless.