[EXASPERATED SIGH.]

I'm not going to work tomorrow. Or maybe ever.

[private to Azriphale and Bruce Banner]

You guys are making a list of the people here, right? I'm supposed to help you.

[private to Howie]

I'm sick of this library gig. When do I get my powers back, again?

[private to Adam]

Ruling the barge yet?

You know you've been here way too long when you've written a hundred entries in this stupid journal. 523 days too long, if you wanna get specific.

This sucks.

[private to Adam]

Did you go to Swing's little meeting? And what am I supposed to do with some prepubescent version of you asking for blackmail material?

[private to Swing]What are you ( Read more... )

[private to Peter]

People celebrate when they've been together for six months, right? I think we missed it.

[private to Adam]

This whole job thing is totally lame, but at least we're in it together. Do me a favor and don't tell Lauren Reed who I am? I'd like to keep the illusion that I'm her warden alive.