War Is Coming Communications.

I've heard there's Angels here. Actually on the internet. Random, and weird. But is it true?

Hey, Angelwings. For those of you who care anyway.

We're going to deliver Alastair to you. You can walk right in and do whatever it is you want to do with him. Kill him, send him to hell, whatever. If I deliver, are you going to show?

I'm confused as to why some people are making such a fuss over a natural aspect of life.

( Sex isn't something to be ashamed of, and I'm arguably British going by the location I have spent the majority of my existence )

Boo. I can smell the stench of Celestial from here. The numbers have grown, huddling all together to keep the brothers safe hmm?

And you, You're not involving yourself in this. Daddy won't like it. Go crawl back under whatever rock you hid under. I like the new you better. He got me deals. Lots of them.

I really don't understand what all the fuss is about.

Love is not a sin. To think it is, would be utterly ridiculous.

What Crowley and I get up to is our concern, nobody else's.

Idiots.

The angel and demon are gay!

[ooc: He totally meant to private this to Ruby, BUT FOR THE LULZ HE FORGOT.]

Angel, I'm getting us a hotel room. I want to sleep.

Lawrence, Kansas? Fascinating.

You lot really are mismanaging your apocalypse.

Are you around, dear boy?