Angel Dust: Hey, I have a question. If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?

Alastor: Oh, trust me,

alastor Smiles in a mischievously creepy look with dark magic

Alastor: -I can.

Husk: Why do you think I'm here?

Husk: You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fvcks b!tch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcing me?

As Husk cleans a bottle, Niffty pops up from behind the counter with a hand raised

Nifty: I like being forced!

Husk: Keep that to yourself, Niff.

Angel Dust: What? You don't love being here with me, Whiskers?

Husk: Call me Whiskers again and I'll jam that bottle down your throat.

Angel Dust: Kinky! Come on, keep talking dirty~