Um....do...i know...you...m-iss...w-idow?....
*bite my lip nervous* cause...im not allowed to talk to strangers....*nervous looks around* daddy told me to never talk to....anyone...strange...
Demons: widow..i would best if u talk to lucifer not his grandson jack...its best...and..jack..time..for...baby bottle....daddy will not be pleased with u...*pick up jack and vanish to hell *
Otay....*feels kinda hungry for milk and blood*