>"Fuck do you want."
>"Man tell you h'what bout dat dang ol attitude y'all advertise gotdang service treatin customers like day old horse manure just dang ol rude man"
>the hellhound stared at the middle-aged man in front of her
>he hadnt actually changed much it seemed, which came as some surprise, the only indications he was a sinner were the small horns jutting out of his head
>"What the fuck? You wanna say that in english?"
>at that, the man glared and opened his mouth once more
>"Talk about that dang ol attitude gotdang corn in yer ears man need dang ol murder service and yer fuzzy ass dont dang ol LISTEN, man," he elaborated, earning nothing more than a puzzled look from the receptionist as he continued his ramble, "I been callin' y'all better part o' month now bout dang ol hit job in how y'all gon get job you dang ol voicemail noise in back cant dang ol hear a thing, tell you h'what man lemme talk dang ol manager."
>Loona simply blinked a couple times, her brow furrowed as she tried to decipher one syllable of the man's accent before giving up and turning to the door
>"BLIIITZO!" she yelled, "Got some hick here. You wanna take a crack at this?"
>"I'M ON THE PHONE, MAKE MOXXIE DO IT!"
>"Hey man no dang ol call for that, gotdang city furries round here y'all think dang ol smart and y'all dont even know just came over n', its like get y'all kill drinkin buddies bring em down here."
>thankfully a pair of imps would happen in the room, noticing the texan gentlemen arguing with an increasingly annoyed hellhound, and would immediately step in to diffuse
>"Whoa! Down, Loona, we'll take it from here--"
>"Took ya long enough, fatty, next time I'll unwrap a few happy meals."
>"Whoa talk about dang ol hostile work environment gotdang HR man."
>"Tell me about it," Millie commented, "They do this every day."
>"You can understand him...?"
>"Sure ah can, hes speakin plain english aint he?"
>"Dang ol yo, man."
