...unless they send out the Angel Gabriel now, they are toast! T-O-S-T-E. Toast.
β Was it always this easy?
β Easy?
β I keep planning complicated strategic strikes to spread misery and panic among the humans and just as I'm about to put one into motion, they come up with something themselves, which is so much worse than anything I could have thought of.
β Yeah, always this easy.
β Beelzebub's not happy with you.
β Oh, really? Beelzebub? Not happy? But they're always such a little ray of sunshine!