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 Deimos listens patiently, his tail swishing side to side. He puts his hands in his lap, sighing. “You need a break. A really long one. I… I don’t know if I can help you with a problem that big.” He says, rubbing the back of his head. “But all of us down here, we’re a bit screwed up. I used to work for a demon lord. It was.. it was fun. He was fun. Funny, human-like, and with the restraint you would expect of a demon.” He sighed leaning back in his chair. “A quiet office job would be nice. It would be nice to not be constantly suffering for once.”

 He stares at you through his dark lens, "I don't expect you to be able to help. If there was an easy way out I would have found it by now."

"If your job was fun, why did you quit? If you don't mind me asking, how do you suffer?"

 “Hey, never underestimate my impeccable charm and ability to come up with stupidly simple solutions to complex problems!” He grins. “And well.. my demon lord died. He was close to me and it kind of… sucked really badly. I was unemployed and back to square one. I’m actually not very familiar with this place.” Deimos sighs. “I was formerly employed at the House of Hades, which worked me to the bone with barely any rights! I mean, every day it was kill kill kill paperwork paperwork paperwork.”

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The man with the bucket on his head cries out, "I come in the name of the great and powerful Clang, Lord of the Bucketheads, Pail Prince, and soon-to-be ruler of the universe!"

His voice rings inside his bucket and he is facing the wrong way as he makes this proclamation. "I am the voice crying out from the tin can! It is I, Brabua, Prophet of Clang!"

 *freakin love that* 

"I'll join. Is it like a club or somethin?" Tod asks.

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The man with the bucket on his head cries out, "I come in the name of the great and powerful Clang, Lord of the Bucketheads, Pail Prince, and soon-to-be ruler of the universe!"

His voice rings inside his bucket and he is facing the wrong way as he makes this proclamation. "I am the voice crying out from the tin can! It is I, Brabua, Prophet of Clang!"

 *freakin love that* 

"I'll join. Is it like a club or somethin?" Tod asks.

 He jumps and spins in a circle, trying to face you but he fails. "A convert? So soon? Clang moves in mysterious ways. This is not a club, it is a religion. The great Clang has sent me to the ends of the earth to spread the good news. So you say you wish to become a buckethead?"

Filavia Geovanda Tyronin Afeldan Notrius the Twelfth is enjoying a nice cup of hot hell-sludge in the waiting area, well used to waiting years for appointments.

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Filavia Geovanda Tyronin Afeldan Notrius the Twelfth is enjoying a nice cup of hot hell-sludge in the waiting area, well used to waiting years for appointments.

 Tod is scratching a mosquito bite. 

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Filavia Geovanda Tyronin Afeldan Notrius the Twelfth is enjoying a nice cup of hot hell-sludge in the waiting area, well used to waiting years for appointments.

 Tod is scratching a mosquito bite. 

 The lawyer nods to him.