There are dozens of miserable demons looking demons all drinking themselves to a second death at the club, but there’s one in particular that catches your eye.

Maybe it’s because you’ve seen him on the news, or maybe it’s just that he looks so damn pitiful and he’s not even drinking anything but fruit juice.

Either way, you find yourself sitting next to the snake. He seems to be depressedly mumbling something about cherries or.. bombs or something.