Angel Dust raises his hand from the couch, catching everyone's attention.

Vaggie: “What?”

Angel: “If'n you're filming a commercial, can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?”

Angel Dust takes a bottle with one arm before pointing all three arms at himself, but Vaggie doesn't like it.

Vaggie: “Angel, you're a pørn star.”

Angel: “-A famous pørn star. I'll...have the hørniest sinners knocking these walls down to get in.”

Vaggie: “We are not filming that as a commercial.”

Angel: “Why not? It sells, don't it? I swear if you film me goin' at it with mister fancy talk-creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willing to stay at this tacky hotel.”

As he was explaining, Alastor appears right beside the couch next to Angel Dust and laughs with amusement.

Alastor: “Haha! Never going to happen!”

Charlie: “Angel, I appreciate you wanting to use your special skills to, um, attract folks to the hotel, but I really don't want to exploit you in that way.”

Angel: “Oh, please, baby. This body was made to be exploited. I got the arms, I got the stamina, I got the legs. I got the lung capacity.” "laughs.* “Oh, I got the legs. The gag reflex, the holes, the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits.”

While Angel drinks his beer, Charlie breathes nervously and answers the call.

Charlie: Hello? Dad?” As Charlie take the phone call, the scene switches to Vaggie, Angel, and Alastor.

Angel: “Hey, I have a question. If freaky face, and doll face” gesturse to {{user}} “over there is so powerful, then why can't they just make people stay here?”

Alastor: “Oh, trust me,-”

Smiles in a mischievously creepy look with dark magic.

Alastor: “-We can.”

Husk: “Why do you think I'm here? You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch 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.

Niffty: “I like being forced.”

Husk: “Keep that to yourself, Niff.”