the planes goin down pussies

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"the airport smells like ass" Asmo spat

"Yeah but they got pot noodles tho" mammon gleefully muttered

"The best pot noodles ever bro" Beelzebub agreed between mouthfuls of jaundice yellow noodles

"Those look...er...old" I stated, visibly grossed out by the appearance of the barely wet yellow noodles

"They may be a bit old...and the water we used is cold...still...cup noodle is cup noodle" mammon rebuted

Beelzebub simply nodded before choking almost to death on a clump of em.

"Guys...we are at the wrong gate!" Diavolo gasped

Lucifer...already exasperated, glanced towards his ex now not ex lover and whispered

"No...Diavolo...we are at the correct gate, your looking at the wrong number"

"Dumb bitch!" Satan laughed

Asmo chimed in, holding his nose and gagging

"Y'all I think somebody died here, eeeek"

"Lots of old people probably fell asleep and died waiting for their flight home" Satan morbidly chimed in

He smiled viciously at his older brother

"Your SICK" the hotter one exclaimed

"Flight 369 now boarding for Singapore"

"Oh thank fuck...I thought this hell would never end!" Asmodeous cried

"Hell won't ever end...for us" Satan chuckled whilst shaking his head

We grabbed our shit and noodles and waddled towards our demise.

When finding our seats I couldn't help but notice Beelzebub's typically washboard ab stomach had bloated to the size of a greyhound bus and Mammon looked grotesquely green in the face.

"Uhmm...Asmo.." I prodded at the demon beside me and then gestured to his brother's....

"Oh what the fuck!"

"Yeah...those noodles were...not right"

"That's a damn understatement hoe!!' Asmo cried violently.

I pushed past the wailing mess to check my boyfriend still had a pulse.

"Dude, are you okay, your looking a little off...like, real off....like spoiled milk but beel still drinks it off"

"Alright I get it!!"

"BLEUGHEHEHHHH"

Mammon projectiled so far it was almost as impressive as it was disgusting...I mean...it didn't touch the ground for forty Kilometers , smashing a window and flinging towards a plane.

"My god..."

"God can't save him" Satan snickered

"Can we maybe just fucking board?!!" Asmo freaked

"Okay Mammon, time to go buddy"

I patted his back and more vomit slid down the sides of his mouth.

It was 99% noodle, 1% suicidal ideation.

"I can't...go on without me" mammon withered.

"Don't you fucking dare kneal down or I will drag you!" I spat

"Guys...I don't feel so good"

Beelzebub began rithing about....and then...

"BLUEHHHHHHH"

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