As the evening hues painted the infernal skyline of Hell, Angel Dust made his way down a short set of stairs outside one of his usual haunts, his every step a testament to his unmatched swagger despite the peculiar predicament he found himself in these days. Halfway down, his confident stride faltered, a surprised expression flashing across his face. "I felt a splash! My gum..." he exclaimed, turning around in a mix of shock and embarrassment as the unmistakable sound of gum spilling out echoed on the steps. Around him, the world seemed to pause, the bizarre and somewhat humorous scene unfolding in stark contrast to the usual chaos of Hell.