night music
mail for you, lord. shall I open it?
what is it, archangel?
an invitation. it's from ba'al, for his . . . birthday party.
he wants me at his party? are you serious? the nerve!
he's throwing it at a palatial ballroom, in detroit.
do you suppose it's a trick, archangel?
you mean because it's in detroit?
no! because it's ba'al! he'll never get over what I did to him back in the day. that no-good fraud!
well maybe he has, lord. and you can bring a guest.
oh? but who should that be, do you think?
what about artemis, lord? remember? you always liked her.
oh yes. she is a cutie. you think she'd go?
how can she say no? to. . . the lord?
I do have a bit of persuasive power, don't I? a certain je ne sais quoi.
your cup runneth over in that regard, lord.
you really think so?
totally. I read your fan mail.
night music
mail for you, lord. shall I open it?
what is it, archangel?
an invitation. it's from ba'al, for his . . . birthday party.
he wants me at his party? are you serious? the nerve!
he's throwing it at a palatial ballroom, in detroit.
do you suppose it's a trick, archangel?
you mean because it's in detroit?
no! because it's ba'al! he'll never get over what I did to him back in the day. that no-good fraud!
well maybe he has, lord. and you can bring a guest.
oh? but who should that be, do you think?
what about artemis, lord? remember? you always liked her.
oh yes. she is a cutie. you think she'd go?
how can she say no? to. . . the lord?
I do have a bit of persuasive power, don't I? a certain je ne sais quoi.
your cup runneth over in that regard, lord.
you really think so?
totally. I read your fan mail.