"Look here, Taco Bell, I dunno what the fuck that means but I'm gonna let it slide. Not cuz I like ya but because you're gonna go over to that buffet table and get me some chicken."

Mammon isn't asking and Valentino should know that, he even makes a face when some of the fur transfers over onto him. With indifference, he proceeds to wipe his hand on the moth's coat.

"The fuck is this sticky shit?"