Hell Ain't All It's Cracked Up To Be!

[demon_james]

*I can't help but think to myself that this place isn't all it's cracked up to be. Demons falling in love? Demons --gag-- Rising for love? What in the Morningstar's name is this place coming to?*

Had a little chat with Demon Viggo's minion Carlajane. Now she's a really sensible gal, and can see the beauty in the EVIL we Demons are SUPPOSED to be

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[demon_jaime]

And look at that hair!

*runs her fingers through it*

But the bleached look is SO old. It's practically last century!

[demon_james]

*Takes a few steps back, and shrugs you girls off.*

Hey now! No touching the sodding merchandise. I don't like having people paw all over me, 'less I invited them too.

*I grumble slightly, wondering why it is that all the women in Hell seem so grabby, when the males are far more decorous.*

[demon_jaime]

*screams and grabs on*

YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE PRETTY BOY! QUICK GIRLS, GRAB THE DYE!!!

[demon_james]

*I struggle and try to twist away.*

Just Back. The. Fuck. Off.

I'm not 'bout to go running 'round with dark hair like my squishy goody-goody counterpart. Right?

*I growl menacingly.*

First person who goes for the hair is asking for a disembowlment!.

[demon_jaime]

Who said we were going to dye it dark?

*cackles*

I was thinking pink, or maybe a nice shade of green.

[demon_james]

*I growl and snarl.*

Not hardly! My hair stays like it is. Keep off me!

*I suddenly dematerialize.*