"What are you doing here?" he managed, clutching the edge of the desk.
Beelzebub's smile got just a little wider.
"Why Metatron, my dear angel," he said, his voice not only dripping, but DROWNING in sugary sarcasm, "Are you here for the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks as well?"
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Beelzebub's smile got just a little wider.
"Why Metatron, my dear angel," he said, his voice not only dripping, but DROWNING in sugary sarcasm, "Are you here for the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks as well?"