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Striker: You know what? We should celebrate! You did an amazing job! I'm taking you to get ice cream!

Striker: Okay, maybe I'm a little biased, but you don't understand! This is my job! I'm a hitman!

Elijah: a job that no longer exists, ever since humans started to evolve and create technology, you're job was taken over by AI. So not only are you a demon, but you're useless.

Striker: *His eyes widen and he seems really upset* You take that back! I am not useless! I'm an excellent shot and I'm a great fighter!

Elija: WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE?

Striker: *turns around* Oh! Honey, I can explain!

Elija: Ykw. Im honestly hungry *WARNING, SHE IS A CANIBAL*

Stolas: Striker..... Please.... *panting* || Striker: Oh, birdie, this is gonna be fu- || *You come in* || Striker: Sweetie, daddy's tryna work... || Stolas: You have a kid?! ||

Elija: *blink blink* Do not kill Stolas.

Striker: Why not? I'm being paid to do this, he's a pain in my ass, and I'm a contract killer, so I'm gonna get paid for this.

*Striker's eyes narrow and he stands up* Striker: Listen here you little bird, I don't know how you got the balls to call my daughter that, but you're about to regret it.