You'll Do Just Swell!

"In the nicest way I can phrase this right now," the princess of Hell began, hands clapping together as her head pivoted to stare down at him with eyes like pools of magma. "You used my daddy like a fucking battery and it's only by my aching moral backbone that you haven't gotten a lobotomy."

With that, she snapped her fingers to get the bartender's attention, scowl quickly replaced with Charlie's go-to smile.

"Hi, yeah, um.. just hit me with the strongest but actually flavorful cocktail you have, yeah?" She asked, even as her eyes flicked down to Vox and then the bartender. "And the cheapest drink you have, too."

"...why the fuck did you bring me along?" The beheaded demon whines, trying to peak around the bar. If it was just a matter of height, it would still be difficult to see anything, but it was especially impossible with his inability to turn his head.

"Because I haven't gotten the parts to mount you on my wall?" She says, almost casually, before glancing down at the screen that she'd been keeping on her like a purse. "Oh, uh, joking."

Probably, anyways.

Not to mention that she wanted to get out of the hotel for a bit, with everything being done to it rendering her feeling a touch embarrassed to be seen by her peers lately...

there's just a couple of other things that i'd like to ask you.

i'm not searching. i'm looking.

i've never accused you of anything.

i can see some movies five times.

uh... excuse me. i'm a little hungry.

this old man is going home.

give me a break, would you, please?

you see, in my line of work, homicide... somebody is always... well, dead.

say, that's delicious. i never tasted chili like that before.

avoid actors. they'll kill you.

i'm going home and finishing getting drunk.

she always hit me with a frying pan.

i'm always getting you angry.

before coffee, i'm up and walking around but i'm not awake.

i can't swim. i don't even like a deep tub.

i respect your talent, but i don't like anything else about you.

how about we stop pretending that i'm brilliant and you're simple!

i worry. i mean, little things bother me. i'm a worrier. i mean, little insignificant details. i lose my appetite. i can't eat.

there are a couple of loose ends i'd like to tie up. nothing important, you understand.

oh, don't mind that. that's just my lunch.

i knew you could do it.

no, never. i couldn't do that.

it's a little steep. but i'll tell you, it was the quickest way down.

i gotta take off this coat. i can't think in this coat.

oh, sorry, i didn't recognize you. you look different somehow.

if you ever wanna go again, i'd be happy to take you.

i'm hanging up. you can keep talking, but i'm gonna hang up.

why does the ice cream truck have to come just before lunch or just before dinner and spoil the children's appetite?

i don't think it's proving anything.

as a matter of fact... i don't even know what it means.

it's just one of those things that gets in my head and keeps rolling around in there like a marble.

you're a very kind man.

don't count on that.

my ears pop in an elevator. as a matter of fact, i don't even like being this tall.

i must say, i found you disappointing.

these are the worst pictures i have ever seen.

i think i'm crazy.

i won't tell a soul about your disguise.

are you trying to frighten me with some newfound masculinity?

your little joke was not funny.

you're a devious man.

you want to give them spaghetti, give them spaghetti.

now let me have my coffee first.

that's my underwear.

you're crazy. you can't prove anything like that.

nobody can be right all the time.

is that a fact, or just some more of your fancy guesswork?

the beer i had for breakfast? it wasn't bad.

i just don't know what to write.

i could use a man like you on my team.

i won't be gone long.

that's a lie.

you son of a gun.

if it hadn't been for that accident, things would've looked very bad for you now.

why are you asking me all these questions?

did somebody mention coffee?

here. buy yourself a personality.