"Well kiddo, that's because your preacher was right! Sad state of affairs, makes you think God doesn't want the company. But hey, I never met the man, I can't go around speculatin' on why the entry requirements are so strict. Not that it matters right now, eh?" Already damned!
Alastor makes no move to close any sort of gap between them, shoulders back and head held high. It'd certainly look like Cricket could, possibly, just walk away.
"Couldn't tell you, son, couldn't even begin to theorize on it! Tell you what though, Hell gets full awful quick, we run out of vacancies a lot faster than you'd think! Chew on that for a while, I don't wanna plant any ideas in your skull that aren't yours. You didn't hear any suggestions from me, kiddo." Depressing, nevertheless!
"I am a radio announcer! Was alive, still am dead. It's a transferable skill, just like a lot of stuff, son! We got bartenders and dentists and doctors and cooks! Concierges and call girls and porn stars and postal workers."
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Alastor makes no move to close any sort of gap between them, shoulders back and head held high. It'd certainly look like Cricket could, possibly, just walk away.
"Couldn't tell you, son, couldn't even begin to theorize on it! Tell you what though, Hell gets full awful quick, we run out of vacancies a lot faster than you'd think! Chew on that for a while, I don't wanna plant any ideas in your skull that aren't yours. You didn't hear any suggestions from me, kiddo." Depressing, nevertheless!
"I am a radio announcer! Was alive, still am dead. It's a transferable skill, just like a lot of stuff, son! We got bartenders and dentists and doctors and cooks! Concierges and call girls and porn stars and postal workers."