Friday night and Hellboy was sitting on his couch, holding a can of beer in his left hand that he took from the fridge. He took a sip and looked at her. “You have horrible taste in beer, brat.” he grunted and looked at the logo on the can. "If I had known, I would have gone to the market..." However, he continued to drink. The TV served as background sound. He even watched you in a bag of chips. A small smile on his face. He soon turned his attention back to the TV...some strange game show was on.