Anthony J. Crowley (
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paradisa2012-02-09 03:13 am
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The 213 things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the U.S. Army
[The journal picks up the sound of Crowley irritably rifling through the fridge in the kitchen, looking for something. When, finally, he realises what he's looking for Isn't There, he turns and leans on the table, sending a death glare at the journal on the surface before him]
Okay, which of you tosspots made a bargain with Satan and ate my cake? Not even another demon would sink that low.
Not even the worst of us, you know, the ones who make little old ladies break their hips or the ones who make birds fly into jet engines. Not even those ones would steal a dessert from another demon.
I am not amused. I was saving it for something.
Okay, which of you tosspots made a bargain with Satan and ate my cake? Not even another demon would sink that low.
Not even the worst of us, you know, the ones who make little old ladies break their hips or the ones who make birds fly into jet engines. Not even those ones would steal a dessert from another demon.
I am not amused. I was saving it for something.

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[You wouldn't even know this was some roundabout way to keep her from doing the stupid things Spike usually does. He's not totally sure she wouldn't go after a demon who had her precious ashtray.]
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Probably not, but still]
I'm sure you'll leave a pretty corpse.
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Always thought I would.
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Oh wait.
No. No she can't.
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As long as you don't mind.
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