“Are you always this random? (Jericho)Mostly. It really irritates Noir. Which is just an added bonus for me. At least so long as I can outrun him. (Asmodeus)Add me to that list of people you annoy. (Jericho)Oh. You’re not going to singe my testicles over it, are you?! (Asmodeus)No plans to. (Jericho)Good. We can be friends, then. (Asmodeus)”

“How many demons and people are enslaved here? (Jericho)Define slavery. (Asmodeus)Kept against their will. (Jericho)Good definition. Counting me? (Asmodeus)Why not? (Jericho)Probably a couple of million…you know it’s really hard to count to a million, plus they’re always dying and new ones are coming in. I tried to count once, but it got really depressing so I stopped. The constant adding and subtracting. Not my forte, really. (Asmodeus)”

“You rang, Mino- well, you’re not really the Minor Master anymore, are you? What should I call you? (Asmodeus)Think of a polite term, demon. (Jericho)Mister Master it is. What can I do for you? (Asmodeus)”

“Asmodeus! You don’t see her, do you hear me? (Jericho)Completely blind, Minor Master. Hearing is intact. Is there anyone here besides the two of us? No? Good. I’m leaving now unless Minor Master has another preferably nonpainful task for me. (Asmodeus)You're dismissed. (Jericho)Cool beaners. (Asmodeus)”

“Where are we? (Jericho)Noir’s happy place. It’s where he brings the beings he wants to play with. (Asmodeus)Punish. (Jericho)You say ta-mah-to. I say to-mah-to. (Asmodeus)”

“How long have you been here? (Jericho)Don’t know. Again, tried to count once, got depressed so I stopped. I find it easier to just go with the flow. Ease with the peas. (Asmodeus)Ease with the peas? (Jericho)Yeah, that’s not a happy memory, either. Let’s forget I mentioned it. (Asmodeus)”