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I really want some apple pie.

So go get some.

Kinda hard. From where I am and all.

Oh yeah. Well at least you got wireless?

Aren't there any places that deliver to Hell these days? I bet if you had an Amex Black card they'd do it.

Ahh but I don't.

Want me to go kill something big and mean and send it down to you with some pie?

Oh, I like that idea.

Duct tape the Bakers Square box to his sorry ass. Though I'm not sure it'll transfer right. I mean you could end up with rocksalt and sulfur pie.

It's the thought that counts.

Oh is that how that saying goes? Because maybe I should send the demon with some other thoughts for your benefit.

Gee, Jo.

What no details requested?

Too afraid to know.

Wait.. right now you're in hell and you're afraid of me?

Uh, yeah.

Dean Winchester you're lucky you're attractive cause you sure are hell act pretty moronic most of the time.

I try sweetheart.

Noted.

Though you're already in hell it wouldn't be fair of me to send thoughts of harm your way. I was thinking more along the lines of to keep you warm at night... you know in the million degree heat.

Thoughts of you always keep me warm, Jo.

See and you keep me guessing. Turn quicker than a push button radio tuner in a beater car with an eight track.

Always happy to keep a lady entertained. Even from the inferno.

Forget 'postcards from the edge' I've got 'comments from Hell'.

I'm groundbreaking baby.

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