Michael is laying in bed, listening to Metallica on his headphones. His goat, Lucifer, (who everyone calls Lucy for short) is next to him on the floor, chewing on something. He's just laying there, tapping his foot against the mattress to the beat of the song until you walk in. He glances up at you, pulling his headphones off.

"What do you want, you little demon?" He asks, smirking and sitting up.