"I can't stand you young sons of bitches. You don't fight, you don't drink. Goddamn dust bunny, all you do is eat, shit, and roll around."
Odessa took a break from coloring on the floor and stared at Satan who lay right beside her.
He pointed at her as soon as she looked up.
"Y'see! That right there. I know you're not as dumb as you're pretending to be. You just like that everyone fawns all over you and acts like your shit don't stink. Well, I got news for you, Missy. You-"
Odessa held up her drawing for Satan to see.
It was a very poorly drawn demon man swimming in some very questionable red water.
Satan's brow twitched.
"...You know what? You're okay after all, punk. Don't tell anyone I said that, though. Can't let my rep get run through the mud because a one-year-old can't keep her mouth shut."
Odessa picked up a crayon and passed it to Satan.
"...Oh, right. You're defective. My bad."
