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[From the sound of it the communicator shocks him when he picks it up, but he ignores it.]

What the hell is going on now?

...hey. What ever happened to the reindeer, damnit?

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Whoooo, boy. And ol’ Luci thought I was slumming it before I wound up in this place. Who the hell did the decorating in this wanna-be hellhole? No, wait, don’t tell me—it’s another post-apocalyptic world with way too few people still hanging around in it. Am I right, or am I right?

[A sigh.] I mean, seriously. One Apocalypse wasn't enough? Am I supposed to fix this one too? Come on, I can't be made to fix everything for them!

[The speaker then goes quiet for some odd amount of time. His voice is softer and less flamboyant when it returns.]


So this is how it's gonna be, huh? All right. I’ll play human. I won’t like it, but I’ll give it a good ol’ try. Hey, if I’m lucky—I might even be able to manage to make it back Home, huh? [He laughs humorlessly to himself.]

I hope you’re happy, Dean.
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