Hazbin Hotel Oneshots, Headcanons, and incorrect quotes.

Incorrect Quotes Pt 7

Number 70
Alastor texting Angel: Answer your phone.
Angel texting back: Gimme a minute I can't find my phone.
Alastor: Okay
Alastor five minutes later: You're a terrible person. You know you're killing me. You're killing your boyfriend.

Number 71
Angel: What's the first thing you notice when a man approaches you?
Vaggie: The audacity.

Number 72
Vaggie: Welcome to the 'Fuck Angel Dust' support group, where we gather to say a collective 'fuck you' to that stupid bitch.
Husk: But first, a few words from our newest member.
Alastor: *sweats* So, uh, I may have misunderstood-

Number 73
Charlie: If you kill a killer, the number of killers in the world will stay the same.
Husk: Kill two.
Alastor: Murder isn't the answer, mass murder is.
Angel: Take yourself out at the end for a perfect score.
Charlie:
Charlie: I'm hiring a therapist.

Number 74
Charlie: Talk to him, that's what friends do!
Angel: Nope, I'm gonna wait until the next extermination, get in the last word, and then die immediately.
Charlie: That's your plan for dealing with this?
Angel: That's my plan for dealing with everything. I have seventy-seven arguments I'm gonna win this way.

Number 75
Charlie: Angel, why are you naked?
Angel: I don't have clothes.
Charlie: *opens closet*
Charlie: Yes you do. You have T-shirts, sweaters, hi Alastor, jeans...

Number 76
Alastor: I've only known Angel for a day and a half.
Alastor: But if anything were to happen to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Number 77
Angel: Rules are made to be broken.
Vaggie: Rules are made to be followed, nothing is made to be broken.
Niffty: Uh, piñatas.
Husk: Glow sticks.
Alastor: Bones.
Charlie: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.
Angel: Rules.

Number 78
Alastor: *Knocks on Angel's door before coming in* Are you decent?
Angel: Not morally, but I'm wearing pants if that's what you mean.

Number 79 (first human radiodust incorrect quote ayyyyy)
Alastor: Are you wearing makeup? Where'd your freckles go?
Anthony: Huh? Oh, winter just makes my freckles fade.
Alastor: I see...
[Later]
Alastor: *Beating snow with a shovel while angry muttering* Give. Him. His. Freckles. Back. You. Bitch.