Eleventh Day of Christmas - All Beelzebub meant to do was to fetch his key

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“But I’m not even doing anything!” War exclaimed incredulously. “I swear it’s not my fault.”

Sister Mary didn’t seem to be blaming her, though, and Adam was too busy trying break up the fight to pay her any attention.

“Foul, treacherous spawn from the pit!” Michael roared shaking his struggling victim. “I’ll smite you and exorcise you and banish you back to Hell. And then I’ll tear you limb from limb!”

“No Michael, you won’t,” Adam repeated sternly. “Remember the rules. Put Lord Beelzebub down right now and apologise, or I will have to throw you out of the manor.”

Comments

Re: Still IC xD

[cattygabriel]

The amount of time you apparently devote to thinking about these things is frankly disturbing.

Re: Still IC xD

[angelofawesome.livejournal.com]

No, that was a split-second response. No thought at all, really.

Yeah yeah go ahead and make the joke already.

Re: Still IC xD

[cattygabriel]

But you see, I don't need to make the joke. You do it yourself. I mean, really, "No thought at all".

I know it comes naturally to you, Michael, but there's no need to broadcast it.

Re: Still IC xD

[angelofawesome.livejournal.com]

I'm just that awesome :D

Re: Still IC xD

[cattygabriel]

[shakes head] Only you would be cheered up by insults.