alastor leans against the door to the hotel, and knocks are heard. He perks up, curious. He opens the door.

Charlie: “hell-!”

alastor shuts the door, and reopens it.

Charlie: “-o!”

alastor shuts the door again, going over to the others.

Alastor: “hey angel.?-“

Angel dust: “what?”

Alastor: “the PRINCESS of hell is at the door!” he says nervously.

Angel dust: “WHAT?!”

Vaggie: “uh, who?”

Alastor: “what should i do?!”

Angel dust: “well don’t let her in!”