"Bee, I'm the life of the fucking party. Just admit your parties with all your strays is child's play. Every bitch has her day and today sure as fuck ain't yours!" He replies with a smug grin and a four-bird salute of his own, lifting his arms higher than hers just to be extra petty about it.

"Yeah, well, don't let the door hit ya in the ass on the way out. Here's a treat for the road! You can share it with your mutt if you ever get out of here." Mammon polishes off a chicken wing and tosses it at her feet, letting out a booming laugh that reverberates throughout the maze. He's never been in it for the company; it's no secret that he's the least favorite of the group. They bore him to tears anyhow.

"Admit it. You're just pissy they borrowed your schtick." Him? Well, look at this place, green has always been his favorite color.