Oh, it’s been busy as ever- and it seems a few of my boys have been stirring up mischief in Florida. How’re my two favorite annoyances?
Sometimes I think maybe you people have some pretty decent ideas…
Then I remember that Lil’s got me on a ‘diet’.
Why does everyone associate heavy metal with Satan? For all we know Satan could like smooth jazz.
To be honest, metal gives me a headache these days; Mammon went through a phase where it was all he would play.
Is it at the moment inappropriate of me to say that this conversation is taking an extremely good turn for my part?
At the moment, I’d say it’s inappropriate for you to say anything other than the name of whoever you’ve gone behind my back and gotten all chummy with.
Oh, but Lucy-dear.. Are you jealous, of that whoever? Because I think you are.
You assume too much, sugar. For example, you assume it’s a good thing for you if I’m jealous. You assume any sort of affection means you’re safe.
Sounds like someone’s starting to lose their patience in me. But you see, I can’t help you with what you want. There of course is a reason for that as well, but giving away too much in such a short amount of time ain’t worth it. /smiles
Well, little buddy, I guess that means our conversation’s over and you’ve got… /counting on fingertips/ …three choices.
Okay, so… One of those are you slowly killing me, I guess. But what about those other one’s? I would really like to know, Lu.
Oh, if only, but unfortunately with this damn situation we find ourselves in I just don’t have the time for recreational torture. So option number one is obvious: tell us what we want to know. Option two is you going out like your little angel snugglebuddy in a quick snap, and option three, which I’m leaning toward, is me releasing you from service to Hell.
….you can’t do that. /suddenly looks frightened/. You wouldn’t just… Cut me out like that? Tell me this is a tactic for getting something out of me. Or for… Making that little whimp, pleased?
/leaning in/ Do you really want to find out?
… /freezes/ I-… I don’t know much, but what is it you want to know? Perhaps I know a little bit about it all.
Good. Now get talkin’, perdition slug.
…you on the other hand, can very much go home. I’m no longer in the mood to cope with you.
He’s very enthusiastic, isn’t he? Ah, youth.
I’m not youth, dammit— I am an adult. Your lucky I’m even helping you clean up your little clusterfuck, Lucifer.
/takes this opportunity to back away a little/ Look… I want to help you, mostly for the cause of my own ass, but I don’t know as much as you’re hoping.
A name would be a good start.
AnonymousYou’ll have to submit your name to the wait list.
Is it at the moment inappropriate of me to say that this conversation is taking an extremely good turn for my part?
At the moment, I’d say it’s inappropriate for you to say anything other than the name of whoever you’ve gone behind my back and gotten all chummy with.
Oh, but Lucy-dear.. Are you jealous, of that whoever? Because I think you are.
You assume too much, sugar. For example, you assume it’s a good thing for you if I’m jealous. You assume any sort of affection means you’re safe.
Sounds like someone’s starting to lose their patience in me. But you see, I can’t help you with what you want. There of course is a reason for that as well, but giving away too much in such a short amount of time ain’t worth it. /smiles
Well, little buddy, I guess that means our conversation’s over and you’ve got… /counting on fingertips/ …three choices.
Okay, so… One of those are you slowly killing me, I guess. But what about those other one’s? I would really like to know, Lu.
Oh, if only, but unfortunately with this damn situation we find ourselves in I just don’t have the time for recreational torture. So option number one is obvious: tell us what we want to know. Option two is you going out like your little angel snugglebuddy in a quick snap, and option three, which I’m leaning toward, is me releasing you from service to Hell.
….you can’t do that. /suddenly looks frightened/. You wouldn’t just… Cut me out like that? Tell me this is a tactic for getting something out of me. Or for… Making that little whimp, pleased?
/leaning in/ Do you really want to find out?
… /freezes/ I-… I don’t know much, but what is it you want to know? Perhaps I know a little bit about it all.
Good. Now get talkin’, perdition slug.
…you on the other hand, can very much go home. I’m no longer in the mood to cope with you.
He’s very enthusiastic, isn’t he? Ah, youth.
AnonymousThe living aren’t my division.
Anonymous…I’m not in charge of dream production.
I can do you a quick nightmare, but I don’t think you want to know what they’re made of.
…then Good cop will come to my rescue?
Oh, you can rest assured the scary teenager won’t lay a hand on you.
Have I told you your an asshole lately, Lucidoo?
You may have mentioned it once or twice, Charlie-boy.
Is it at the moment inappropriate of me to say that this conversation is taking an extremely good turn for my part?
At the moment, I’d say it’s inappropriate for you to say anything other than the name of whoever you’ve gone behind my back and gotten all chummy with.
Oh, but Lucy-dear.. Are you jealous, of that whoever? Because I think you are.
You assume too much, sugar. For example, you assume it’s a good thing for you if I’m jealous. You assume any sort of affection means you’re safe.
Sounds like someone’s starting to lose their patience in me. But you see, I can’t help you with what you want. There of course is a reason for that as well, but giving away too much in such a short amount of time ain’t worth it. /smiles
Well, little buddy, I guess that means our conversation’s over and you’ve got… /counting on fingertips/ …three choices.
Okay, so… One of those are you slowly killing me, I guess. But what about those other one’s? I would really like to know, Lu.
Oh, if only, but unfortunately with this damn situation we find ourselves in I just don’t have the time for recreational torture. So option number one is obvious: tell us what we want to know. Option two is you going out like your little angel snugglebuddy in a quick snap, and option three, which I’m leaning toward, is me releasing you from service to Hell.
….you can’t do that. /suddenly looks frightened/. You wouldn’t just… Cut me out like that? Tell me this is a tactic for getting something out of me. Or for… Making that little whimp, pleased?
/leaning in/ Do you really want to find out?
…then Good cop will come to my rescue?
Oh, you can rest assured the scary teenager won’t lay a hand on you.
Have I told you your an asshole lately, Lucidoo?
You may have mentioned it once or twice, Charlie-boy.
Is it at the moment inappropriate of me to say that this conversation is taking an extremely good turn for my part?
At the moment, I’d say it’s inappropriate for you to say anything other than the name of whoever you’ve gone behind my back and gotten all chummy with.
Oh, but Lucy-dear.. Are you jealous, of that whoever? Because I think you are.
You assume too much, sugar. For example, you assume it’s a good thing for you if I’m jealous. You assume any sort of affection means you’re safe.
Sounds like someone’s starting to lose their patience in me. But you see, I can’t help you with what you want. There of course is a reason for that as well, but giving away too much in such a short amount of time ain’t worth it. /smiles
Well, little buddy, I guess that means our conversation’s over and you’ve got… /counting on fingertips/ …three choices.
Okay, so… One of those are you slowly killing me, I guess. But what about those other one’s? I would really like to know, Lu.
Oh, if only, but unfortunately with this damn situation we find ourselves in I just don’t have the time for recreational torture. So option number one is obvious: tell us what we want to know. Option two is you going out like your little angel snugglebuddy in a quick snap, and option three, which I’m leaning toward, is me releasing you from service to Hell.
