“Hey...Satan?” Sulley knocked on the door before letting himself in, holding up a bottle of bourbon. “I come in peace. Just wanted to see how you were before you chucked another shoe at me,” He tried to bite back the smile he wanted to put on his face, but it was time for the two men to get back to their bro days and bond. “I was thinking...why not have a night on the town? Like old times? Just pure Tremaine and Sullivan debauchery. What do you say?”
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“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Tremaine. That’s nice you want to fuck your girlfriend relentlessly, but we’ve got better things to talk about than your mediocre love life.”
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Hate me, Love me, Miss me
Hate: I could say everything, you pompous-twit. However, I do hate the fact you always have beef on my hair. What did my hair ever do to you? You jealous bro? (And the fact that you are literally Satan)
Love: I love getting to talk to you and ask you for unnecessary advice. You’re like the brother I’ve never had, but always wanted.
Miss: I’m gonna miss our insightful talks and getting to torment you.
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