But then you have to wonder about the dry-cleaning bill, because honestly, they make a mess. Keeping fallen angels around is almost like having another pet, just in a different species. They climb on the furniture, they eat all of your food, they aren't very grateful, but I will be damned if they aren't always happy to see you at the end of the day. It's like having some kind of parrot, you know, they even come when they're called, and by Hades, can they speak! I should monopolize on this. I could clone them and sell them for millions of dollars. Want a piece of Heaven itself? Everyone can own it for a cheap reasonable price! It's like real estate, but with attractive people instead of the awkward woman with the bad teeth informing you of your mortgage rates, and how useful they can be! They make for excellent wall art and they double as feather dusters. Humans certainly aren't so useful.
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Would you like to rent him for an hour?