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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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[vaguelysauntered]

You say that as if I even have the ability to cry.

Alright, take your time. When will your meaningless revenge take place, in a year?

[OH NO YOU DON'T, CROWLEY. >BI But to be fair, he would probably be more upset if you started encouraging them and actually caring for them, therefore ruining his regimen of growing them forever. It'll be quite annoying, but he can replace the ones that are missing and start from scratch.]

[But either way DON'T YOU DARE. DB<]

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[integrity]

Why on Earth would I tell you?

[HE IS GOING TO BURN THEM AT THE STAKE.]

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[vaguelysauntered]

I don't know, because you feel like it? You broadcasted to everyone complaining loudly about how much your life sucks at the moment, I'd think that tendency would carry over to other subjects in your life just as easily.

[YOU ARE A MONSTER, CROWLEY. And if you mentioned this he would actually confess to it because darn it, leave his plants alone.]

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[integrity]

I think I'll keep it to myself, for now.

Enjoy your present when you return home.

[HE WILL NEVER GIVE YOU AN OUNCE OF MERCY.]

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[vaguelysauntered]

[He'll just frown at the "present" part and not answer, because now he's going to be staying away from the mansion for a while until all of this blows over.]

[But when he finally gets home and finds out what happens to plants, Crowley, all the tables will be flipped. All of them. >BI ]