I'm willing to wait for it;

Wait @cbpolt posted it on Twitter but it's been made private. Maybe they'll share with you if you ask? https://mobile.twitter.com/CBPolt/status/1535327694614933504

Hazbin Hotel, shortly after Angel dust earns his redemption and ascends to Heaven.

Charlie and Husker are sharing a drink at the bar.

C: I'm happy for him, really. But....

H: I get it.

C: He was our first guest. The first one who wanted to try redemption.

H: You know he was scamming you for a free bed, right?

C: Maybe at first, but... I don't know exactly when he actually wanted to try for redemption, but he really did want it.

H: And now he got it.

*Husker knocks back his drink and pours another*

H: And now he's up there ... someone else's problem. *He smiles* That annoying little, loudmouth, loser. *He sighs*

H: Damn, I'm gonna miss him.

C: Me too.

*As they clink glasses together, there's a bright glow outside the front doors*

*The doors are kicked open and in strides Angel Dust*

*Husker and Charlie spit out their drinks*

H&C: ANGEL!

A: 'sup bitches. Guess who's the new ambassador for heaven! *Strike a pose*

*Charlie runs up and hugs him tightly. Husker stands nearby, surprised look, light blush.*

C: You're back!

C: Wait! You're an ambassador? The ambassador for heaven?!!

A: Got it in one toots. And since I'm the ambassador, I not only get to spend most of my time down here, for diplomatic relations and whatnot, I get to choose my official residence.

*He smiles*

A: Can you recommend any good hotels?

*Charlie hugs him again, squealing with joy.*

H: You were gone, like, two days! How the hell did you get a job so fast? How the hell did you get anyone to trust you with that kind of job?!

*Angel smiles and looks at the silhouetted figure in the doorway*

A: There was someone who put in a good word for me.

Up until that point, a particular literary genre had nurtured the American vision of homosexuality, a genre whose point of departure was a burning curiosity to know what really goes on in the lower depths: the hardboiled crime novel. While the reform-minded social realists (Crane, Norris, Farrell, et al.) had never had much time for homosexuality -- perhaps sharing the notion that it was chiefly an aristocratic pastime typical of pallid Etonians -- the hardboiled writers from Hammett onward found it hard to keep away. Although gays are not as commonly associated with tough-guy fiction as racketeers, crooked cops or B-girls, the fact remains that all the main contributors to the genre -- Hammett, Chandler, Cain, Spillane, Ross Macdonald, John D. MacDonald, among others -- helped to elaborate a gay stereotype. As the influence of hardboiled realism spread, the incidence of homosexual characters increased dramatically in mainstream mystery writing.

Witch: And that is?