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demonbelthazorBel had taken Phoebe back to San Francisco yesterday morning, and while she was going to be back at school in a few days, he'd been moping bored ever since. Tuesday morning he made sure Grissom's bugs were fed and well. They didn't bother him at all; he'd seen worse in the Underworld. He idly wondered if Grissom would like a demonic bug as a present. Maybe the next time he went to the Underworld he'd bring one back with him. As long as it was kept caged and fed, what harm could it do?
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Date: 2006-01-02 03:01 pm (UTC)Then the running and the screaming.
Then the falling and the dying?]
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Date: 2006-01-02 05:47 pm (UTC)Ow. I'll be in the bathroom, with brain bleach and a scrub brush.]
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Date: 2006-01-02 05:54 pm (UTC)Ouch. My brain.]
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