Pan:*pours champagne into a tall wine glass and adds blue Gatorade and takes a sip*
Pan: I'm a classy man......man this shit hits different
Lucifer: pan did you drink an entire half of the champagne again?
Pan:*panics and chugs the whole glass* NO!
Lucifer: oh no, pan! Not again!!
Pan: oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. My head feelz fuzzy
Beel: *walks into the kitchen* ... is pan drunk again?
Lucifer: yes
Pan: no
Beel: I'll take him to my room so he can sleep
Lucifer: good we don't want a repeat of last time
Pan: but last time was fuuuuun
Beel: pan, honey, you almost got snapped in half because you tried to climb out the window
Pan: you're just saying that because I'm at twinky mother fuccer
Beel:*picks up pan* it's nap time
Pan:only if I get cuddles from you and Belphie you teddy bear
Beel: okay
*beel and pan have leaft the —chat— kitchen*
Lucifer:......damn it
Lucifer:*takes the bottle of champagne and chugs it*
Lucifer: I need a fucking break from that human
