“Hey, dude?” Craig said. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

“Sure thing, bruh,” said Ixidriel, demon of the seventh circle and baron of Hell. “What’s up?”

“I just opened the fridge and, like, loosed these demonic bats upon the mortal world,” Craig said. “They, like, kinda drank of my blood and passed on the eternal thirst of the damned before flying off in search of fresh victims?”

“Aw, man, bruh, my bad,” said Ixidriel. “When I moved in you said the fridge was cool for leftovers.”

“I know, but next time could you, like, eat them before they’re unleashed on an unprepared world? Or write a note or something?”

“You got it, bruh.”

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