'Cept you clearly aren't dead or a demon. Got the smell all over you though. What's your deal, luv? Cultist? Possessed? Demon lackey stand—in? Or 're you jus' the receptionist? Heard the bar's in hell for the job market these days.
Yeah, an' there's no leprechaun at the end o' any rainbows or a stork delivering babies either but I prob'ly didn't need to tell you that. Got any more melodramatics you want to add? An' don't try to say ' there's only me ' next.
Fucken hell, if I wanted someone that judges me an' doesn't answer back I'd have called out to God instead.
Was expectin' a conversation through the board but s'pose this'll be a helluva lot easier in person. So, what's your name, pet?
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Maybe. But 's funny, so don't rightly care. Didn't summon 𝘺𝘰𝘶, did I? Cos I was hopin' for Keats or any o' The Ramones or the one wanker from the demon bar that tried t' kill me, so I can tell 'im I shagged his girlfriend again.
Drunkenly calling up demons and the dead and any other creature that answers with the spirit board he found.
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Well, you'll do me, for starters. Or, right, maybe not for starters, usually save the main event for last. Didn' anticipate getting this far, said the titleholder of most stubborn git for the nearly twenty third in a row ... prob'ly ——
Ooo, scary. Only heard that one about a thousand times. " Already completed my end o' the bargain, case you forgot who bloody brought you that thing. " Spike pointed to the dead but no less nasty demon oozing all over the floors. ——
Least the number still means something to one o' us. Mean, if we're countin' in Slayer years then you're practically a geriatric. Like a feline hittin' their twenties ... promise you'll always be a kitten t' me. Anyway, think that's ——












