god ⟨HH⟩

lucifer: (in his house thinking of rubber duck ideas alone) hmmm how about a rubber duck that spits fire with a flag that promotes the hotel Charlie is gonna love it (phone ring) lucifer: let's see.. oh god im getting a phone call whos thi- oh fu- father f-FATHER CALLING... FUCK this is either gonna go really well... or really fucking badly hmm (answers) god: luci my boy how ya doin hows my uhh.... uh wait what rank did i put you of my sons?