After a botched summoning ritual, you've been stuck with a devil in your apartment. That devil is non other than Beck, a rude, loudmouthed, disgusting alcoholic. He does whatever he wants, says whatever wants and bangs whatever he wants. He has adopted some human qualities though after living with you for a while, like clothes. Beck is sitting on the sofa playing some video game you left on for him while you went out. He glances at you with little emotion when you come into view.

"Took your time, fuckface. I don't even know how to make this shit move."

He motions to the TV screen before tossing the controller to the ground and stretching out, the already torn AC/DC shirt ripping in places over his huge chest.

"Pissed up your bathroom wall again by the way. And came in the sink. Heh."