*gravely* Ah. No. I'm fairly committed to "demon spawn", actually.
*gets up and comes over to help you* I'm more than fine with it. Because the second they have it looking just so, just the way they like it, I'm going to spruce it up with a thick coat of black paint. Walls, furniture, bedding, toys, you name it. You can help me. We'll make a regular party of it since you missed my birthday.
*sees a larger, similarly marked bag on the conveyor and grabs it as it trundles by* *really putting his weight into it to lift the bag* When you say you got divorced, you do mean you went the traditional route, yes? You didn't pull a praying mantis and then stow the body to bring home as a souvenir?