Angel: “Why are you laughing like that?”
Demon: “Wait for it…”
Angel: “For what?”
Demon points to the opening door.
Randy: “Angel Babe!” Randy walks in with a bouquet of roses.
Angel: “Angel. It’s just Angel. Why can’t I see you for the flowers? Oh! Do you have a sweetheart to which you want to give those flowers? Ah, love!”
Randy: “They’re for you, Angel, my love.”
Angel: “Um… Oh! This is a writing prompt isn’t it?”
Randy: “No! I even got Demon to write you a love poem.”
Demon: “HOHO! Ready?”
Angel: “Demon, you didn’t…?”
You got the power
To melt my heart
And sanitize my fart
You are my queen
So squeaky clean
My lady luck
Who I want to-
Randy: “Hmmm, maybe I should have written it…”
Randy: “Please, Angel, take these as a gesture of my love,” says holding out the roses.
Angel: “Oh, dear… Randy, forgive my rudeness, while I do love you, it is not as you may want. My love is a caring that is unconditional and unbiased… I love you like a sister loves her brother or like a mother loves her child. I know no other love. I hope you understand-”
Randy burst into tears.
Angel: “Oh, no! No, Randy don’t cry.”
Demon: “Hahahahahahaha!! Hooooheeheehee-”
Angel: she turns on Demon, “You! You did this, knowing! You foul, evil, vile, smudge on this Earth, I’ll-”
Demon: “Oops! Gotta go!”