"That fucker's back!"

(Jerry shouted out as he saw shadows slipping in and out of corners. He knew that power well. He knew this meant the Radio Demon was back in town. Then came Alastor's voice. The Geratric couldn't help but groan as he leaned back in his seat. He never thought Alastor would be back, and it's fucking exhausting to know he put his radio in his shop.)

(After the duet between the Vee and the old-timey prick, business boomed. People came in and out, asking multiple questions about what this antique was, whether this thing was possessed, and a million more that grated on his already short-fuse. It didn't help but Alastor managed to beat Vox in the battle of words they just shared earlier that evening.)

(It's later by quite a bit. Jerry, finally, has his shop to himself once again. It's notably more barren because people bought things in hopes that the Radio Demon would approve and wouldn't kill them if he came around. The simple sound of the ticks and the tocks of his head was so relaxing compared to the wretched voices of others. It was only so long until he would be interrupted, of course.)

"{Oh, you fuckin' twit,}" he whispered before speaking up. "Oi, Pally, can we make this quick? I'm this close to jumping over my counter and clocking ya out of this life."

(Pausing once he realised he made a pun, only adding more annoyance to the old man. His hands tightly wrapped the edges of his desk as his singular eye wrathfully peered into one of yours.)