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[soundsofmyuniverse]

Happy Birthday Freddie Mercury // September 5, 1946.

When I’m dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what’d you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it’s sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[altmurdocniccals]

Well yes but I was doing a ritual, not a sacrifice. But jus’ so you know, I ‘ave holy water so don’t try anythin’.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Oh, mate, believe me, you don’t wanna try that. And sure you made a sacrifice. You stabbed a– *he looks down and raises a slim eyebrow above the rims of his sunglasses* A robot? Well, that’s a new one.

[altmurdocniccals]

I’d take- *he remembers he’s no longer a demon and shuts up* Erm, yeah.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he lets out a sibilant chuckle* Sssso, I’m assuming there was a reason for all these…theatrics. What can I do for you?

[altmurdocniccals]

Hmm, well, since you’re here…

[askdrunkcrowley]

C'mon, Murdoc…I don’t have all day.

[altmurdocniccals]

Jus’ a question, really. Can you tell if ’m still a demon?

[askdrunkcrowley]

*He leans in close, and lowers his sunglasses. His eyes are yellow and slitted– decidedly reptilian. He looks at you for a long, long time, then puts his sunglasses back on*

Nah, mate. Completely human. Mortal as they come.

[altmurdocniccals]

… Good. ‘at’s all then, I guess. Sorry for summonin’ ya, I really didn’t mean to.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Not a problem, ’s been a while since I’ve done a house call. Nice to change things up a bit.

*he turns to go, then snaps his fingers as if he’s remembered something* Oh, yeah– there’s a business associate of mine who’s been looking for ya. Bit of a smelly fellow, hunched over, wears a gas mask?

[altmurdocniccals]

*he tenses up, smiling nervously* I- N-never… never heard of ‘em, mate. S- sorry… hah…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Huh. Must’ve been another Murdoc Niccals. Shame, really; if it’d been you he was after, I could’ve told him your debt’s been paid. Would’ve knocked him down a few pegs. I don’t like that guy.

[altmurdocniccals]

Uh, aha… Actually i- it is me. ‘m honestly jus’ terrified of ‘em, thought you were gonna sick ‘im on me or somethin’… *he lets out a shaky laugh*

[askdrunkcrowley]

Gosh, no. I’ll let him know we’re all square– a piece of your soul and your demonic eye is enough to repay the debt you owed.

[altmurdocniccals]

Ok, yeah- Wait, piece of my soul?

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he nudges at the prone body of Cyborg Noodle at his feet* This, yeah. Dunno how it got there, though. You can only put some of your soul into something you create if it comes about as a result of a great personal loss. Like a child drawing a picture of his mother after she’s died, or one of those creepy taxidermic pets. *he looks at you closely, but his sunglasses mask his gaze* Or a broken man trying to replace his daughter with a lifeless machine. Just as an example, o'course.

[altmurdocniccals]

*he grimaces* Ok, ok, take it. Just leave.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he nods, an expression strangely akin to sympathy on his face* Right-o. *he snaps his fingers, and Cyborg’s body vanishes*

I’ll let ol’ mask-face know we’re all set. Oh, and Murdoc– if you ever want to chat, stop by Berkeley Square in London. I’ll be off the clock, no pentagram necessary. Love to talk about the music business with you sometime.

[altmurdocniccals]

Alright, I’ll try an’ stop by if ‘m ever in the area. See you around then, yeah..?

[askdrunkcrowley]

G'bye, Murdoc. Good luck with everything. *he snaps his fingers and vanishes the same way he came, with a puff of acrid smoke*

*a moment passes, and then his disembodied voice echoes faintly through the room* Your dad says that he's sorry, by the way. And that he's proud of you.

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what’d you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it’s sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[altmurdocniccals]

Well yes but I was doing a ritual, not a sacrifice. But jus’ so you know, I ‘ave holy water so don’t try anythin’.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Oh, mate, believe me, you don’t wanna try that. And sure you made a sacrifice. You stabbed a– *he looks down and raises a slim eyebrow above the rims of his sunglasses* A robot? Well, that’s a new one.

[altmurdocniccals]

I’d take- *he remembers he’s no longer a demon and shuts up* Erm, yeah.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he lets out a sibilant chuckle* Sssso, I’m assuming there was a reason for all these…theatrics. What can I do for you?

[altmurdocniccals]

Hmm, well, since you’re here…

[askdrunkcrowley]

C'mon, Murdoc…I don’t have all day.

[altmurdocniccals]

Jus’ a question, really. Can you tell if ’m still a demon?

[askdrunkcrowley]

*He leans in close, and lowers his sunglasses. His eyes are yellow and slitted– decidedly reptilian. He looks at you for a long, long time, then puts his sunglasses back on*

Nah, mate. Completely human. Mortal as they come.

[altmurdocniccals]

… Good. ‘at’s all then, I guess. Sorry for summonin’ ya, I really didn’t mean to.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Not a problem, ’s been a while since I’ve done a house call. Nice to change things up a bit.

*he turns to go, then snaps his fingers as if he’s remembered something* Oh, yeah– there’s a business associate of mine who’s been looking for ya. Bit of a smelly fellow, hunched over, wears a gas mask?

[altmurdocniccals]

*he tenses up, smiling nervously* I- N-never… never heard of ‘em, mate. S- sorry… hah…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Huh. Must’ve been another Murdoc Niccals. Shame, really; if it’d been you he was after, I could’ve told him your debt’s been paid. Would’ve knocked him down a few pegs. I don’t like that guy.

[altmurdocniccals]

Uh, aha… Actually i- it is me. ‘m honestly jus’ terrified of ‘em, thought you were gonna sick ‘im on me or somethin’… *he lets out a shaky laugh*

[askdrunkcrowley]

Gosh, no. I’ll let him know we’re all square– a piece of your soul and your demonic eye is enough to repay the debt you owed.

[altmurdocniccals]

Ok, yeah- Wait, piece of my soul?

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he nudges at the prone body of Cyborg Noodle at his feet* This, yeah. Dunno how it got there, though. You can only put some of your soul into something you create if it comes about as a result of a great personal loss. Like a child drawing a picture of his mother after she’s died, or one of those creepy taxidermic pets. *he looks at you closely, but his sunglasses mask his gaze* Or a broken man trying to replace his daughter with a lifeless machine. Just as an example, o'course.

[altmurdocniccals]

*he grimaces* Ok, ok, take it. Just leave.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he nods, an expression strangely akin to sympathy on his face* Right-o. *he snaps his fingers, and Cyborg's body vanishes*

I'll let ol' mask-face know we're all set. Oh, and Murdoc– if you ever want to chat, stop by Berkeley Square in London. I'll be off the clock, no pentagram necessary. Love to talk about the music business with you sometime.

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what’d you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it’s sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[altmurdocniccals]

Well yes but I was doing a ritual, not a sacrifice. But jus’ so you know, I ‘ave holy water so don’t try anythin’.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Oh, mate, believe me, you don’t wanna try that. And sure you made a sacrifice. You stabbed a– *he looks down and raises a slim eyebrow above the rims of his sunglasses* A robot? Well, that’s a new one.

[altmurdocniccals]

I’d take- *he remembers he’s no longer a demon and shuts up* Erm, yeah.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he lets out a sibilant chuckle* Sssso, I’m assuming there was a reason for all these…theatrics. What can I do for you?

[altmurdocniccals]

Hmm, well, since you’re here…

[askdrunkcrowley]

C'mon, Murdoc…I don’t have all day.

[altmurdocniccals]

Jus’ a question, really. Can you tell if ’m still a demon?

[askdrunkcrowley]

*He leans in close, and lowers his sunglasses. His eyes are yellow and slitted– decidedly reptilian. He looks at you for a long, long time, then puts his sunglasses back on*

Nah, mate. Completely human. Mortal as they come.

[altmurdocniccals]

… Good. ‘at’s all then, I guess. Sorry for summonin’ ya, I really didn’t mean to.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Not a problem, ’s been a while since I’ve done a house call. Nice to change things up a bit.

*he turns to go, then snaps his fingers as if he’s remembered something* Oh, yeah– there’s a business associate of mine who’s been looking for ya. Bit of a smelly fellow, hunched over, wears a gas mask?

[altmurdocniccals]

*he tenses up, smiling nervously* I- N-never… never heard of ‘em, mate. S- sorry… hah…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Huh. Must’ve been another Murdoc Niccals. Shame, really; if it’d been you he was after, I could’ve told him your debt’s been paid. Would’ve knocked him down a few pegs. I don’t like that guy.

[altmurdocniccals]

Uh, aha… Actually i- it is me. ‘m honestly jus’ terrified of ‘em, thought you were gonna sick ‘im on me or somethin’… *he lets out a shaky laugh*

[askdrunkcrowley]

Gosh, no. I’ll let him know we’re all square– a piece of your soul and your demonic eye is enough to repay the debt you owed.

[altmurdocniccals]

Ok, yeah- Wait, piece of my soul?

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he nudges at the prone body of Cyborg Noodle at his feet* This, yeah. Dunno how it got there, though. You can only put some of your soul into something you create if it comes about as a result of a great personal loss. Like a child drawing a picture of his mother after she's died, or one of those creepy taxidermic pets. *he looks at you closely, but his sunglasses mask his gaze* Or a broken man trying to replace his daughter with a lifeless machine. Just as an example, o'course.

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what’d you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it’s sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[altmurdocniccals]

Well yes but I was doing a ritual, not a sacrifice. But jus’ so you know, I ‘ave holy water so don’t try anythin’.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Oh, mate, believe me, you don’t wanna try that. And sure you made a sacrifice. You stabbed a– *he looks down and raises a slim eyebrow above the rims of his sunglasses* A robot? Well, that’s a new one.

[altmurdocniccals]

I’d take- *he remembers he’s no longer a demon and shuts up* Erm, yeah.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he lets out a sibilant chuckle* Sssso, I’m assuming there was a reason for all these…theatrics. What can I do for you?

[altmurdocniccals]

Hmm, well, since you’re here…

[askdrunkcrowley]

C'mon, Murdoc…I don’t have all day.

[altmurdocniccals]

Jus’ a question, really. Can you tell if ’m still a demon?

[askdrunkcrowley]

*He leans in close, and lowers his sunglasses. His eyes are yellow and slitted– decidedly reptilian. He looks at you for a long, long time, then puts his sunglasses back on*

Nah, mate. Completely human. Mortal as they come.

[altmurdocniccals]

… Good. ‘at’s all then, I guess. Sorry for summonin’ ya, I really didn’t mean to.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Not a problem, ’s been a while since I’ve done a house call. Nice to change things up a bit.

*he turns to go, then snaps his fingers as if he’s remembered something* Oh, yeah– there’s a business associate of mine who’s been looking for ya. Bit of a smelly fellow, hunched over, wears a gas mask?

[altmurdocniccals]

*he tenses up, smiling nervously* I- N-never… never heard of ‘em, mate. S- sorry… hah…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Huh. Must’ve been another Murdoc Niccals. Shame, really; if it’d been you he was after, I could’ve told him your debt’s been paid. Would’ve knocked him down a few pegs. I don’t like that guy.

[altmurdocniccals]

Uh, aha… Actually i- it is me. ‘m honestly jus’ terrified of ‘em, thought you were gonna sick ‘im on me or somethin’… *he lets out a shaky laugh*

[askdrunkcrowley]

Gosh, no. I'll let him know we're all square– a piece of your soul and your demonic eye is enough to repay the debt you owed.

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what’d you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it’s sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[altmurdocniccals]

Well yes but I was doing a ritual, not a sacrifice. But jus’ so you know, I ‘ave holy water so don’t try anythin’.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Oh, mate, believe me, you don’t wanna try that. And sure you made a sacrifice. You stabbed a– *he looks down and raises a slim eyebrow above the rims of his sunglasses* A robot? Well, that’s a new one.

[altmurdocniccals]

I’d take- *he remembers he’s no longer a demon and shuts up* Erm, yeah.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he lets out a sibilant chuckle* Sssso, I’m assuming there was a reason for all these…theatrics. What can I do for you?

[altmurdocniccals]

Hmm, well, since you’re here…

[askdrunkcrowley]

C'mon, Murdoc…I don’t have all day.

[altmurdocniccals]

Jus’ a question, really. Can you tell if ’m still a demon?

[askdrunkcrowley]

*He leans in close, and lowers his sunglasses. His eyes are yellow and slitted– decidedly reptilian. He looks at you for a long, long time, then puts his sunglasses back on*

Nah, mate. Completely human. Mortal as they come.

[altmurdocniccals]

… Good. ‘at’s all then, I guess. Sorry for summonin’ ya, I really didn’t mean to.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Not a problem, ’s been a while since I’ve done a house call. Nice to change things up a bit.

*he turns to go, then snaps his fingers as if he’s remembered something* Oh, yeah– there’s a business associate of mine who’s been looking for ya. Bit of a smelly fellow, hunched over, wears a gas mask?

[altmurdocniccals]

*he tenses up, smiling nervously* I- N-never… never heard of ‘em, mate. S- sorry… hah…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Huh. Must've been another Murdoc Niccals. Shame, really; if it'd been you he was after, I could've told him your debt's been paid. Would've knocked him down a few pegs. I don't like that guy.

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what’d you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it’s sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[altmurdocniccals]

Well yes but I was doing a ritual, not a sacrifice. But jus’ so you know, I ‘ave holy water so don’t try anythin’.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Oh, mate, believe me, you don’t wanna try that. And sure you made a sacrifice. You stabbed a– *he looks down and raises a slim eyebrow above the rims of his sunglasses* A robot? Well, that’s a new one.

[altmurdocniccals]

I’d take- *he remembers he’s no longer a demon and shuts up* Erm, yeah.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he lets out a sibilant chuckle* Sssso, I’m assuming there was a reason for all these…theatrics. What can I do for you?

[altmurdocniccals]

Hmm, well, since you’re here…

[askdrunkcrowley]

C'mon, Murdoc…I don’t have all day.

[altmurdocniccals]

Jus’ a question, really. Can you tell if ’m still a demon?

[askdrunkcrowley]

*He leans in close, and lowers his sunglasses. His eyes are yellow and slitted– decidedly reptilian. He looks at you for a long, long time, then puts his sunglasses back on*

Nah, mate. Completely human. Mortal as they come.

[altmurdocniccals]

… Good. ‘at’s all then, I guess. Sorry for summonin’ ya, I really didn’t mean to.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Not a problem, 's been a while since I've done a house call. Nice to change things up a bit.

*he turns to go, then snaps his fingers as if he's remembered something* Oh, yeah– there's a business associate of mine who's been looking for ya. Bit of a smelly fellow, hunched over, wears a gas mask?

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what’d you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it’s sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[altmurdocniccals]

Well yes but I was doing a ritual, not a sacrifice. But jus’ so you know, I ‘ave holy water so don’t try anythin’.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Oh, mate, believe me, you don’t wanna try that. And sure you made a sacrifice. You stabbed a– *he looks down and raises a slim eyebrow above the rims of his sunglasses* A robot? Well, that’s a new one.

[altmurdocniccals]

I’d take- *he remembers he’s no longer a demon and shuts up* Erm, yeah.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he lets out a sibilant chuckle* Sssso, I’m assuming there was a reason for all these…theatrics. What can I do for you?

[altmurdocniccals]

Hmm, well, since you’re here…

[askdrunkcrowley]

C'mon, Murdoc…I don’t have all day.

[altmurdocniccals]

Jus’ a question, really. Can you tell if ’m still a demon?

[askdrunkcrowley]

*He leans in close, and lowers his sunglasses. His eyes are yellow and slitted– decidedly reptilian. He looks at you for a long, long time, then puts his sunglasses back on*

Nah, mate. Completely human. Mortal as they come.

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what’d you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it’s sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[altmurdocniccals]

Well yes but I was doing a ritual, not a sacrifice. But jus’ so you know, I ‘ave holy water so don’t try anythin’.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Oh, mate, believe me, you don’t wanna try that. And sure you made a sacrifice. You stabbed a– *he looks down and raises a slim eyebrow above the rims of his sunglasses* A robot? Well, that’s a new one.

[altmurdocniccals]

I’d take- *he remembers he’s no longer a demon and shuts up* Erm, yeah.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he lets out a sibilant chuckle* Sssso, I’m assuming there was a reason for all these…theatrics. What can I do for you?

[altmurdocniccals]

Hmm, well, since you’re here…

[askdrunkcrowley]

C'mon, Murdoc...I don't have all day.

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what’d you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it’s sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[altmurdocniccals]

Well yes but I was doing a ritual, not a sacrifice. But jus’ so you know, I ‘ave holy water so don’t try anythin’.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Oh, mate, believe me, you don’t wanna try that. And sure you made a sacrifice. You stabbed a– *he looks down and raises a slim eyebrow above the rims of his sunglasses* A robot? Well, that’s a new one.

[altmurdocniccals]

I’d take- *he remembers he’s no longer a demon and shuts up* Erm, yeah.

[askdrunkcrowley]

*he lets out a sibilant chuckle* Sssso, I'm assuming there was a reason for all these...theatrics. What can I do for you?

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what’d you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it’s sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[altmurdocniccals]

Well yes but I was doing a ritual, not a sacrifice. But jus’ so you know, I ‘ave holy water so don’t try anythin’.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Oh, mate, believe me, you don't wanna try that. And sure you made a sacrifice. You stabbed a– *he looks down and raises a slim eyebrow above the rims of his sunglasses* A robot? Well, that's a new one.

[altmurdocniccals]

*a puff of smoke and the smell of sulfur suddenly envelopes the room. in the center of the pentagram, a tall man appears. he's wearing sunglasses, an expensive-looking suit, and snakeskin boots* W̘H͏͚͉ͅO͞ ͖͈̜̦͞H̴̰͓̞A̵͖͓S̭ ͚̠̖̪̠̲͙͠S̮̳̗̠̩̤͞Ṷ̩̥͇̬͎̝M͙̟͎͍̲͍̯M͏̦͚O̪̹̬N͚͍̟̯Ę͕͚̘̠̞̘̦D̩͍̣͠ ̫̤̜̞̰̼M̛̼̦̜͖̖E͓̬͚̕—͈͙̥̻ *he coughs* Eugh, sorry. Voice does that sometimes. Erm, wot's up? –@askdrunkcrowley

*he stares blankly up at the tall man, shaking slightly* This… Wasn’t supposed to happen…

[askdrunkcrowley]

Well, what'd you expect? The pentagram, the sacrifice– it's sort of. Y'know. My whole thing. Demon and all.

[askdrunkcrowley]

Watch Supernatural please it's great and scary and you won't cry I promise

jokes on yuo im alreaddy cryihn

[askdrunkcrowley]

Thoughts on memes?

Well, personally--

{They mucked up a perfectly good internet is what they’ve done. Look at it, it’s got anxiety.}

........

[askdrunkcrowley]

why are mexicans?

we;l for tha matter,, why are britshish– 

er, brishtits– 

brishist– 

peploe from htis fuckign island okay dont be rashisht

[askdrunkcrowley]

Rest in laughter, old friend. You will be missed, but never forgotten.

[freddie-mercurious-blog]

Just another Freddie Mercury appreciation post. And lord knows there’s a lot to appreciate.