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"What took you?" Hastur snapped, scowling as Crowley stumbled into the office.
"Escalators are out," Crowley said, slumping into his seat with an exhausted sigh. "Had to take the stairs."
"Why not the szlide?"
"Wait, when did we install a slide?" Hastur asked, giving Beelzebub a confused look.
"Internet," Crowley said tiredly. "Huge influx, remember." The slide could both strip the back and sear it within two seconds or less of descent, but that was a problem for damned souls.
"Dunno what that is," Hastur said suspiciously.
"Was there a foot trapped in the escalator?" Ose asked, leaning forward. "Gaap is missing one."
"Uh. Couldn't really tell," Crowley said, wincing.
YOU CAN USE THE EXPRESS ELEVATOR WHEN YOU LEAVE, CROWLEY.
"Thank you, lord," Crowley muttered, sinking even lower in his seat.
"Ooh, look who gets the easy way out of Hell," Hastur grumbled.