Beach Day
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Story transcript
Lucifer: I've organized everything. Sunscreen, snacks, drinks, volleyball—
Lucifer: A CEO is effective even on vacation. Everyone remember: we're here to relax AND assert hell's superiority over any other beachgoers.
Justice: Hell yeah! Beach volleyball tournament! I call first serve!
Justice: Being blind won't stop me from spiking this ball right into some poor soul's face!
Modeus: Helltaker, would you mind applying some sunscreen on my back? I simply can't reach...
Modeus: (This is just like chapter 34 of "Summer Love Scandal" where the protagonist and the beach lifeguard first touch...)
Helltaker: Um, everyone? Don't look now, but we have company. Angelic company.
Pandemonica: You have GOT to be kidding me. Even on my day off, I can't escape customer service representatives.
Pandemonica: (Good thing I brought extra coffee. I'll need all my sadistic energy for this...)
Zdrada: Well, well, well... look at the little halos getting their feathers wet. This just got interesting.
Zdrada: What say we challenge the holy rollers to a beach volleyball match? Losers have to... hmm... serve the winners for the day?
Lucifer: Excellent idea, Zdrada. Helltaker, Justice, Pandemonica - battle stations! Modeus... try to focus on the game, not the players.
Lucifer: Heaven vs Hell, beach volleyball edition. Time to show Michael that managing the cosmos is no preparation for my killer serve!
Justice: LET'S DO THIS! JUSTICE SERVES!
Justice: Wait, which direction is their court again? Ah, whatever - I'll just hit it REALLY hard!