Neckbeard narcadoodle of the communal kind, and captured test subject at Area 51, Damien Ulysses Hurlbutt recites a poem in his bedhead hoping to summon the woman of his dreams:

Now I lay down in my cage

I seek M’lady around my age

Someone who really loves nice guys

And does not care I wear a disguise.

To M’lady, madame,

this

old soul

tips his hat,

‘Cos chivalry is where

It’s really at.

I really want to smell your feet,

Stinky soles make my heart beat.

If I cry before I wake,

It’s just my butt about to quake.

So I say to my lady oh so fair,

Let me ask, R U Out There?

“No, I’m in here!” Sonya-Daemon screams, having shapeshifted slightly, before skitting away.

“Now Satan, don’t send me on that job again. I only went because forced me! I’d rather rake the coals of Hell than deal with that creep!”

“Calm down, Sonya. You’re going to be down here awhile.”

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