Lucifer: What are you writing? MC: Diavolo wants to know what kind of dangerous weapons we have in the house. I’m letting him know it’s private information Satan, looking over MC’s shoulder: This just says ‘fuck around and find out’ in calligraphy.
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Lucifer: What are you writing? MC: Diavolo wants to know what kind of dangerous weapons we have in the house. I’m letting him know it’s private information Satan, looking over MC’s shoulder: This just says ‘fuck around and find out’ in calligraphy.
Mammon: [has another bad and dangerous idea]
Lucifer, waking up in cold sweat: something is wrong.
MC: May I sit there?
Lucifer: That's my lap.
MC: That doesn't answer my question
Luke: Simeon, am I ugly?
Simeon: What nonsense! I'm looking at you right now, you're the most beautiful angel in the world!
*meanwhile*
Mammon: Lucifer, am I ugly?
Lucifer: Very much.
Lucifer: Where are you going?
Satan: To get ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car
Lucifer: Say one more word I dare you
Mammon: ”One More Word”
Lucifer: ...
MC, whispering to Solomon: Should we run?
Satan and Belphie: We can explain.
Lucifer: Can you?
Satan: If you give us thirty seconds to think of a lie, yes.
Asmo: What is the hardest thing to say?
Belphie: I was wrong.
Lucifer: I need help.
Mammon: Worcestershire sauce