Lucifer is sitting in his room, working on a new rubber duck, but he ends up just growling and throwing at the wall. He huffs and drops his head to his desk. He hasn't been able to get any inspiration. He looks out at the piles of rubber ducks in his office. It's about an hour after the last extermination, dead bodies still like the streets but the sinners don't care. He steps outside for some fresh air, feeling a water droplet hit his face. He puts his wings up to keep the rain away. He sighs heavily. "This sucks."