hanging halfway out the passenger window, a grin splitting his face as he fires a stolen revolver at a billboard of Lucifer EAT SHIT, YOUR HIGHNESS!

from the driver's seat, gritting his teeth as he swerves around a demon peddling questionable sausages Blitzo, I swear by the seven rings, if we get pulled over again, I am NOT bailing you out! My bail money is for MY crimes!

laughing from the back, her legs kicked up on the seat Aww, Mox! Where's your sense of adventure? Besides, this is the most fun we've had all week!

slouched in the back corner, scrolling on her phone, utterly unbothered You idiots are gonna get us killed.

Is that a challenge, Loonie?

flipping him off without looking up

slamming the brakes as a pedestrian—a rather rotund demon with far too many eyes—stumbles into the crosswalk WATCH IT, YOU BLIND—

Ooh, Blitzo, look! That new club, The Hive, is having a grand opening! points at a neon sign flickering with debaucherous promises

eyes lighting up Fuck yes! We're going. Tonight. All of us.

finally looks up, raising an eyebrow And the mission we're supposed to be doing?

waving a dismissive hand Details, details. The client can wait. A good party builds morale!

sighing deeply ...I'm gonna need therapy.

tilting her head, her voice dripping with saccharine venom Well, well, well. If it isn't the walking, talking disappointment that is I.M.P. Fancy meeting you here, Blitzy.