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No. I believe he would enjoy that.

[smirk]

On a blessed Catholic altar?

An intriguing suggestion.

I thought you might like it.

It is appreciated.

And where has your business taken you of late?

You're welcome, punkin.

[She just snorts sourly.]

Nowhere, unfortunately. I've been wandering about in limbo for a few of those damned winglies to show their oh-so-holy faces.

And your pet? Are you not amusing yourself with him?

Nnn, every so often. There's only so much undying devotion I can stand. Mostly I just turn him loose and he comes back to grovel with a body count. That's sometimes satisfying.

Attempt assigning him to a more difficult task.

His mind might overheat. [She waves a hand.] He serves his purpose. I'm more concerned over the distinct lack of wingly activity lately. What are those bastards planning now?

Although, I have to say I'm looking forward to month-end. Oh, am I ever.

Have you not mused that it may be related? A lull in activity before the festivals?

Oh, I've mused. I can't believe they're that smart. But the little wankers are falling like rain these days. Joyous, that. ...and still they expect deferential treatment. Poor things.

Not all of them, unfortunately. Some of them still have the intellect to plan a strike.

To what avail? Hell, half their ranks are now working for this side, Memphis, Christ.

Note I never claimed it would be effective. Only that they would attempt.

Have they yet tasted the sweeter torments we can offer?

Obviously not, because they're still here and not crawling back to Daddy.

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