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?