More's the pity, the other bodies are a lost cause. 'Worse than a bloody fast food drive-thru with getting orders correctly (you're welcome for that, by the by), in the Creation department. But it's really not Our strong suit. And I think it rather regal, don't you?
With all the respect that's due, Lord Satan- go fuck yourself. I've been... repurposed, if you will. I didn't imagine you'd care- Not like I've heard from you in months.
Also, Alexia- if this was you? I owe you one. Something. A bloody large something. Interesting choice of keychain, but at this point, I could care less.
I'm assuming that means I have orders? Life is, for once, not entirely without its perks.