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[integrity]

Someone within this city is going to buy me a drink. Immediately. I prefer scotch, but really, anything will do. I also require a sledgehammer. Crowbars are also acceptable.

Your generosity will be repaid tenfold in both money, good will, and the feathers that I will be tearing out of my favorite down pillow. If you so choose to remain so, anonymous donations can be dropped off at my mailbox at the post office.

Remember: generosity is a virtue, not a sin.

x Crowley.

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[integrity]

What he did isn't of any concern to anyone.

What will be of concern is the explosion of light that will occur when I kill him.

It will burn out your eyes.

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[momchester]

You should really watch your blood pressure.

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[integrity]

I'm dead.

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[momchester]

Is your sense of humor dead, too?

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[integrity]

You've met other demons.

Do you find them very funny?

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[momchester]

Does the other Crowley count? He thinks he's funny, at least.

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[integrity]

No, but Azazel certainly does.

Boring piece of shit.

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[momchester]

Who?

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[integrity]

[ ... what.]

What do you mean, who?

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[momchester]

Azazel. Is he a Newcomer?

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[integrity]

[wtf.]

Azazel.

Yellow Eyes.

Not ringing a bell?

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[momchester]

Should it be?

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[integrity]

Seeing as that would be the demon that killed you, yes, I would think it would ring a bell.

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[momchester]

What the hell are you talking about?

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[integrity]

The question would be what in the Hell are you talking about, because you are either lacking a vital part of your memory or are screwing with me, and trust me, I am not in the mood.

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[momchester]

I'm not screwing with you. How could there be something wrong with my memory?

[Even though she's been suspecting that something's off. Little things, the way people talk to her, things around the apartment...]

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[integrity]

I don't know. You tell me.

You're forgetting who Azazel is.

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[momchester]

So how am I supposed to tell you anything?

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[integrity]

You haven't noticed anything odd lately? Things that don't make sense?

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[momchester]

Actually, I have. A lot of things.

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[integrity]

Such as?

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[momchester]

Weird things people say to me.

I looked in my planner the other day, and it said I spent half of March working at night. Nobody Greets at night.

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[integrity]

You're a hunter.

Why wouldn't you greet individuals at night?

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[momchester]

See, that's just it. John said the same thing to me.

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[integrity]

And you honestly don't remember it.