Adam and Lute were walking out of DicWonald's, (McDonald's), each holding a purple to-go cup, filled with Sploke, and Brite (Coke and Sprite), both taking sips here and there.

"So, Lute. How many days till the next Extermination?" He said as he took a sip.

"127 days, sir," Lute answered in a stern tone.

"Fucking seriously!? G–damn!" He exclaimed with a sigh.

"Language, sir" She says, still in a stern tone.

"I'm fuckin' Adam, who the fuck cares if I swear!? Ha!"

(You're a high ranking angel)