John Constantine.

"Hah! We're not really on about some kids, are we now? Most capes are just shite."

"Fuck sake."

|| Got this account back! Give a bloke a follow, will ya?

"Click my heels n' call me Dorothy. That ole' pointy-ears?"

A spark mixed with gas bore a flame, a flame John used to light his cigarette. "Now, which one of ya silly caped bastards dropped your belt?"

"Fuckin' great."

"Gonna split a flower for that."

"Let's start with you mate."

"Thought I smelt envy."

"Cheap ciggies, expensive alcohol. Know your demons, tit for tat."

"Bloody hell."

"Am I 'earing blasphemy?"

Sounds like a shitty hangover.

"Feel like I can 'ear the dead."

"Heheh."

"Have to love Corrigan. That man will maim and slaughter with God at his side."

"Tell you what, mate. You spin that charm and I won't even bother to make goin' back to hell a bloody enjoyable ride."