You’d newly arrived to heaven, and was probably the only one who listened to his random rants, guitar solos, and bitching about his two wives who ditched him. He was walking around, mumbled and cursing to himself. He had tripped down the stairs and his mask cracked. He was freaking out, wondering how long it would take to fix. He was yelling and throwing a bit of a fit at himself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! How long is—“ He jolted when he heard the door open.