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‘‘Ah! Originally, yes, this was the case. But you see, I've since surgically added eight more. However, I DO concede that with 1/9th ownership, you have certainly earned a seat on the board of directors of my souls.
So! Let's put it to a vote: Who thinks I should go to Hell?’’
*Beelzebub is the only one raising hand*
‘‘Excellent! So that's one vote for Hell and eight for Heaven.’’
‘‘We will... Not be... DENIED!’’
‘‘Well... Aheh. There IS another option. If you were to send me back to Earth, say, for another fifty years...’’
Helen, Gray and the TFC Heavy all trying so hard to extend their lifespan, and the Medic just brings himself back from the dead by exploiting a loophole in a deal with the Devil.
IT'S NOT UNUSUAL TO MAKE A MODEL OF HIM.