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Well, this town is certainly quaint.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Angel? Have you worked out how to use your phone yet?

So, okay. We have a big block party coming up. Help a girl out - who's single? Who's cute?

And who is basically not even/would be evil if they were not bored?

Crowley.

Are you quite finished yet?

This is getting terribly bothersome.

And don't even pretend it isn't you, serpent.

Werewolves. Vampires. Witches. A man who turns into a green monster.

I'm not sure how I am going to handle all of this.

Magic. Right. I'm just going to go ahead and call bullshit on this one. It's either the angels screwing with me again or one of their pissed off big brothers.

How'd you Michael to shut up?

Oh my. This is quite unsettling.

I must say, in six millennia, I have never had something quite like this happen.

Maine. It reminds me of Sheffield. That isn't a compliment.

Though there's something to be said for this device. I'd love to see the warranty agreement.

Is there a tragically misguided do-gooding sort with an overly complicated name in residence? Or, barring that, a reality-altering teenager? The latter would explain a few things.

Well, this is certainly a pleasant little town.

I have to say, the portal is new, but it's actually rather nice to have a bit of a vacation.