Michael Kovach: Angel Dust

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Angel Dust

Angel Dust: [Angel seen sitting inside a limousine playing with the powered window switch that rises up and down, he then notices an annoyed yet furious looking Vaggie glaring at him, also sitting inside the limousine] What?
Vaggie: What? What? What were you doing?
Angel Dust: [sighs] I owed my girl buddy a solid, isn't that a redeeming quality? Helping friends with stuff?
Vaggie: Not with turf wars that results in territorial genocide!
Angel Dust: Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred.
[laughs]
Angel Dust: It wasn't that bad anyway.
[Angel continues to play with the powered window switch until Vaggie throws a dagger directly into the switch]
Angel Dust: Aw come on! I had to! My credibility was on the line.
[sighs]
Angel Dust: What kind of reputation would I have if people thought I was going clean. It just throws out my entire personal.
Vaggie: Your credibilty? What about the hotel? Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!
Angel Dust: No, no, no babe. Jokes are funny. I made you look... eh... Sad! And pathetic. Like an orphan with no arms... or legs, eh... oh with progeria! Great! Now I'm bummed thinking about it! This thing got any liquor?
Vaggie: Can you please try to take this seriously?
Angel Dust: Fine, I'll try, just don't get your taco into a twist babe.
Vaggie: Was that you trying to be sexist? Or racist?
Angel Dust: [sighs] Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?

Sir Pentious: You whores have no class! In war, the side remembered is the side with the most *style*.
Cherri Bomb: Or the side that ain't dead!
Angel Dust: Speaking of style, is your hat like... alive or something?
Sir Pentious: Oh, well that's none of your goddamn business, now is it?
Angel Dust: Would that make your hat the top and you the bottom?
Egg Bois: Ooh!
[Sir Pentious chucks a rock at Egg Bois]
Sir Pentious: I'm going to blow you to bits!
Angel Dust: Mmm, kinky.
Sir Pentious: Oh, not like that! Pervert!

[Charlie investigates a knock on the hotel door, opening to her shock to see Alastor]
Alastor: Hel-
[Charlie slams the door. Processes for a moment then reopens]
Alastor: -lo!
Charlie: [Charlie slams the door again] Hey Vaggie?
Vaggie: Whaat?
Charlie: The Radio Demon is at the door!
Vaggie: WHAT?
Angel Dust: Uh, who?
Charlie: What should I do?
Vaggie: [scoffs] Well, don't let him in!
Alastor: [Charlie hesitates, but ends up opening the door] May I speak now?
Charlie: You may.
Alastor: Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart! Quite a pleasure! Excuse my sudden visit but I saw your fiasco on the picture show, and I just couldn't resist! What the performance! Why I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929!
[entertained laugh]
Alastor: So many orphans...
Vaggie: [Holds up Alastor with a spear] Stop right there! Cabrón hijo de perra! I know your game, and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here! You pompous, cheesy, talk show shitlord!
Alastor: [lowering Vaggie's spear] Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here...
[turns demonic]
Alastor: ... I would had done so already.
[returns to normal]
Alastor: No! I'm here because I want to help!
Charlie: ...Say what now?
Alastor: Help!
[laughs]
Alastor: Hello? Is this thing on? Testing! Testing!
[Alastor nudges his microphone staff]
The Microphone: Well I heard you loud and clear!

Travis: Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff!
Angel Dust: Yeah, yeah. Listen, keep this discreet, ya hear me? I can't let it get out I'm offering my services to randos on the street! It was a quick cash grab, ya got it?
Travis: [scoffs] Whatever you say, slut!
[laughs]
Angel Dust: [mockingly] Ouch, Ooh! Such an insult! Let me know when you come up with something creative to call me, you sack of poorly packaged horse shit! tell the missus I said 'Hi'.
[kisses Travis on the lips]
Angel Dust: Schnookums!