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[oneofus]

Right. Um. Sooo this place. I mean.

You say it's hectic and all that but it can't be any worse than, you know, the usual? The apocalyptic plot lines, rogue angels, conniving demons, and generally unsettling chaotic life usual?

W-what? Okay... so more demons. And vampires and... all that. I can handle it! I totally can. Errr.

I get to bring something with me, right? How about that bottle of whiskey in the back of my cupboard... Haaah.

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[oneofus]

Er... sorry?

Was it something I said or uh, did?

[molotovmartinis]

... in a sense, I suppose?! Look, the last time I hung out with big players, I was fed my own intestines, I don't think this will be any different!

[oneofus]

Oooh. WAIT.

You're a demon!

Haaaaaaaaah.

I'm kinda trying to lay low and all that so er. Maybe it'll work out? Possibly.

[molotovmartinis]

Fuck's sake, man, you are the most useless God I have ever encountered. That includes the retard obsessed with waffles and Alanis Morissette in a tutu. Fine, come over. But don't touch anything.

[oneofus]

HEY. I AM NOT USELESS--oh. OH. Or God. Nope. Definitely not God!

[molotovmartinis]

Don't you fucking lie to me, I won't be able to tell when you're there but I can tell right now and it's gross.

[POKING CHUCK IN THE CHEST.]

I probably won't be able to touch you there, either. Just in case it makes me burst into flame or something.

[oneofus]

[ GULP. Bats at Balthazar's hands like a 12 year old. WHERE'S A BLUNT OBJECT. WHERE? ]

Uh. WELL. [ CLEARS THROAT. ] Maaaybe. You shouldn't touch me now cuz... I can do that. Like. Any time.

[molotovmartinis]

Oho, we've got a tough guy here! Threatening to incinerate me in a place where nothing counts!

[POKING!!!!!]