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[is in your apartment, hiding hexbags.]

OOoo, your right, it does doesn't it?

[Did we mention that Gabes totally using a Hue Hefner silk smoking jacket? Cause he is. He crosses his legs snapping his fingers as the candy bar in his hand turns in one of those classy pipes. He puts the pipe to his lips and blows on it, only instead of smoke it's soap bubbles. Wishbone, on the other hand tilted his head and began to snap its jowls at the bubbles floating around]

And I'm a former archangel. You remember whats in my job description, right?

So, what, you're here to smite me? Fine. Do it. But, when the demons running around lower Manhattan get their hands on every special in this city, don't come crying to me, because I was the one trying to hide them.

Rubes, you and I both know that demons are only ever looking out for 'Me' and 'I'. What makes you any different?

Better yet, why should I believe you?

You should believe me because it's the truth. I don't want Belphegor showing up in Sylar's body anymore than you do. You think I have friends in the Pit? Only half of them even know that I'm the one who got Lou up here in the first place.

I'd be happy if I never had to see them again.

Thats right, thats right. You're the reason big bad little bro got out of there in the first place. Hm, I don't know whether i should be thanking you or throwing you back home in hell.

I'm sure they'd love to see you.

Yeah, I'm sure they would. See me, and tear me limb from limb. No thanks.

How about a congratu-fucking-lations, Ruby, thanks for bringing us one step closer to Nirvana.

It works for me.

Weeeelllll, yes and No. If you and Heaven hadn't started this whole thing in the first place we wouldn't have to worry about the final battle.

The battle was gonna come one way or another, they were fated for this. So don't feed me that "it's all Ruby's fault" bullshit, you're smarter than that.

...Yeah yeah, alright. I'll let you slid this time, kiddo.

Gee, thanks. What the hell are you doing here, anyway?

I was bored.

Wishbone needed to go for a walk.

You know, I was going to chalk that one up to "archangel gone off the reservation" but now I'm curious. Why are you going all Paris Hilton with Wishbone?

[he pats the dog on the head,which results in Wishbone wagging his tail happily]

I dunno, I like him. He's got personality. Like me!

... Right. Whatever, just keep him away from me. Dogs kind of stop being your favorite pet after a one-way business class trip to the Pit.

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