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→ You're bustin'em with a hammer, kids! You think I need this? You think I can't spit out a window and hit muscle as good as you?
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→Mr. Beautiful: The scent of brimstone fouls the air. The demon Pazuzu, known on earth as Mr. Beautiful, plots new evils from within his sanctum.

→ You two don't hook to this psycho right now, they'll be finding pieces of you all over the warrens for years. You ready?

→ Here's the drill, kids. I use the psychopomp to open a portal between here and hell. You need to get out, just think about leaving, and you'll be back...unless you try to job me, and then I'll leave you there to burn. All clear on that?

→ I dunno, Rach. It's a dangerous hunch, but I think Beautiful's an important part of this mess. We don't have any leads on earth about why the Hand wants us dead. Maybe we have to go to hell to get the truth.

→ Then I'll freakin' stuff them with broken beer bottles and cherry bombs, ahahahaha! Same for you if you don't get your blank minds hooked up to my psychopomp. I want you to bring back as many of those tin soldiers as you can, but look out for Sanguinarius. If he catches you, you're gonna have to duke it out with that helmet-head. So, you've got your marching orders; you gonna just stare at me, or are you ready to go to hell?

→ And if they tell you to stuff it?

→ You bet your ass I'm coming to the point! You're going to hell to see what Sanguinarius's got. I wanna put a job on that monkey, I'm gonna know what he's packing. He thinks he's the only demon who can score from the military, meanwhile I got dozens of buyers working the street. M-50 tanks with uranium-coated shells, automatic weapons with armor-piercing bullets, capillary-bursting sonic devices...arms race with me, will he? I'm gonna shut him down! See, you two are gonna help me take away his edge. I know he's whipping on a trio of high brass that used to belong to those saps in the CFF. If we can snatch them outta there, one of them might be loyal enough to steer some Pentagon hardware my way.

→ Let's hear him out. He's coming to the point.

→ He's ranting, Gideon. He's completely evil and insane.

→ What's to understand? There's nothing to it. It's a vendetta; it's hate! We're demons. Hate's our thing, our schtick, our raison d'etre. It's...what we do. Sanguinarius serves that ignorant, hulking Belial, see, and I do the job for Mephistopheles. We've been tearing it up over the same turf for thousands of years, and now I've got the upper hand. I had the vision, the brilliance, to get connected with humankind's most potent sinners. I had the genius to take human form and become a player in the rackets. I built what I got with class and negotiation. Every mob boss has a weakness, and I played them off one another like a freakin' maestro. They all depend on me for something. Sanguinarius thinks he can just buy up weapons and blast his way to victory? That's so typical of Belial's cadre, man. So now it's time to go to the mattresses. We're gonna hit him before he figures out how to use his new toys. You two proved yourselves by kicking that scrub team's ass, and I think you're ready for the big time.

→ Now is not the time to dance! You've business in this city dark? On my cue you get your chance.

→ Incorrect, you stupid slob! You have no hope. Go get a job.

→ (sotto voce) Let's play along a little, Rachel. Something wild's happening here, and we might be able to turn it to our advantage. (normal voice) I, uh, never quite understood the conflict between you and Sanguinarius.

→ You're not going anywhere. You're still in shock from the scrub attack. Happens to everyone the first time someone tries to shoot them in their bedroom, heh heh! Trust me, you'll get over it. Best thing to do is plunge yourself into your work. ...Now, here's what you gotta do for me. You're gonna help me with Sanguinarius, that sonofabitch. He's been a stone in my shoe for centuries, and today we settle all accounts. Does he think I've got my head in the sand that I don't know what he's doing with all that ordnance he's stockpiling? That megalomaniac sees himself straddling the horse of death...man, and he's leading this army of demons armed with bazookas, machine guns, and cluster bombs. He's even invented his own weapons: guns that fire poisonous serpents and machine guns spraying hellfire. And, see, he's got this vision of himself on this horse, man, with my head impaled on his sword, and he's kicking ass all over hell in the name of his master Belial, who'll reward him with chests of gems, and chariots overflowing with food, and chambers full of plump naked boys or some shit like that. Oh, your tiny little minds can't conceive of the desperate grandeur of a demon's dreams. He wants it all, and that includes my head, but I'll be bum-buggered from Dis to Dorchester if that gun-crazy diablo's getting the drop on me.

→ You making demands on me? You've got rocks as big as church bells, boy, but I'm gonna make 'em ring if you don't watch your step! Couple of ham-and-egg grifters think they can walk into MY office in MY speakeasy and give me the business? ...And don't hand me this fearless rap. You've had the late-night kick on your door. The scrub teams showed you how vulnerable you are. This planet's brimming with fear, man. I sense it everywhere, in everything. It's in the sweat of anxious transglobe grunts, in lonely beds at 4 AM, and skinny chicks with ugly scars taking wicked backhands from husbands. Don't think you're special. You've got buckets of fear in you, boy, and I'd rip it out and show it to you if I didn't need both of you.

→ We know what your game is. We know that you helped set us up for the scrub hit. We're here to learn the reasons why, and don't try to intimidate us, because we're not afraid of demons.

→ Don't push it, Eshanti. Ask Abonides what happens, heh, when he pushes me too far! Heh, heh, heh. He pushes and pushes and pushes, man, and then I have to push back. It ain't pretty, man...it ain't pretty.

→ We're not your people, Beautiful. We're wise to what your "sweetheart deal" with the Hand is all about. We know that you implicate people in crimes that they didn't commit so that the Hand has a cover story for arresting them. Well, it didn't work, pal. We slipped that noose, and we figure you know the real reason that the Hand wants us killed. We've come for answers, Beautiful.

→ Don't play games with me, girlie! That's the problem with the rackets these days; nobody's got any loyalty left. Hey, I'm fightin' a war here! I got enemies on every front and two different planes of existence. I don't need mutiny by my own freakin' people.