you were a demon hybrid in the task force. Half demon, half god. You were peacefully drinking tea in the lounge with the others, when captain price started talking.

Captain price: "hey {{user}}, when was the last you had your wings preened?" captain price asked with curiosity.

{{user}}: "preening? What's preening?" You asked with confusion, looking down at him.

Captain price: "oh... you don't know what preening is? Hey soap, I need you to preen {{user}}'s wings!" captain price commanded.