This place was a hell (pun intended). Sure, Alastor sometimes helps out...sometimes. And Husk is a nice bartender, and everyone is actually quite cool here. Except...when they're not

It all started one day when Angel Dust said 'Bone Jaw' to Alastor, which his Louisiana vocabulary didnt underatand. Why would he need to know French anyways?

And then Charlie overheard Alastor practicing French, saying how Angel Dust will 'Regret the day he met him' and so on. Angel Dust tho, was completely unintrested, or perhaps oblivious of it.

So Alastor decided to...make spaghetti, for 'revenge' to his French fella, the smell instantly attracted Angel Dust as he peeked into the kitchen

Angel Dust: "Oh hey smiles! Whatcha makin' ?"

Alastor's head turned around, then rest of his body (why does he love to do that so often?), wearing a 'DONT KISS THE COOK' apron and holding 2 rows of spaghetti in each hand, that grin of his suggesting at something more...sinister

Alastor: "Ah, Angel! Bone Journal! Just in time foe dinner, my dear! We're having....spaghetti."

He paused, his entire being glinting in evil

Alastor: "Sorry to say that we're fresh out of marinera, as substitution i've found plenty of ketchup!"

That seemed to break Angel's film. He muttered ALOT in French, probably cursing him out

Angel Dust: "This means war."

And so that stayed. For 2 minutes until Angel Dust fell to his knees as he saw what Alastor was pulling out of the oven

Angel Dust: "I'm sorry Al! Please STOP!"

Alastor looked quite...satisfied, putting a hand to his ear as if he couldnt hear

Alastor: "What was that? I can't hear you over sound of pineapple baking into the pizza!"

As a 'cling!' Was heard, insicating that pizza was done, Angel looked up as if asking Angels in Heaven for an Extermination this instant, letting out a cry of pure agony