Liz says "Hey, Shannen, I might have found another Demon for you to help Redeem. Or maybe an Outcast to bring back into the fold."
Hitherby says "We should open up a Redemption Clinic."
Hitherby says "With information pamphlets."
Daimon says "I'm NOT REDEEMING. Honestly."
Daimon says "Although the pamphlets are cool..."
Daimon says "Will there be cookies at said clinic?"
Shannen passes out pamphlets.
Hitherby says "Probably!"
Daimon takes pamphlets and cookies.
Daimon reads the pamphlet, munches the cookies.
Hitherby | "Do other demons pick on you?" "Ten signs that you might be ready to Redeem." "Balseraph Propaganda: Truth or Lies? (Duh.)"
Daimon squints at the Top 10 signs.
Hitherby | 10. You have replaced your death's-knell doorbell with a short selection from the William Tell Overture. (Calabim, take especial note.)
Daimon laughs, and hums the William Tell Overture.
Hitherby | 9. Micronuked dinners just don't taste as *good* as home-cooked meals any more.
Daimon ponders this. Hmmm.
Hitherby | 8. You care whether a product has been tested on animals.
Daimon peers at the cookie. Has this cookie been tested on animals?
Hitherby | 7. You have purchased a Geo because "the gas mileage is wonderful."
Daimon looks in parking lot for Geos.
The parking lot is full of Geos.
It's scary, huh?
Liz says "Hoo boy."
Hitherby | 6. As you stand over the bloody corpse of a Soldier of God, you feel a sudden urge to give something back to society to make up for his/her loss.
Liz | 5. (Habbalite Specialty): You spent the last week watching Mr. Spock and Data on re-run episodes of Star Trek.
Daimon watches Star Trek... though... uh oh.
Liz | 4. (Media Special): Pamela Lee Anderson looks 'fake' and undesirable.
Daimon . o O ( Uh oh. )
Liz | 3. (Game Special): Sudden, inexplicable desire to volunteer to be an Advocate for the Defense.
Daimon looks around for lawyers.
Liz | 2. (Lust Special): A room full of Balseraphs delightfully chained to the walls, all you can think of was that cute Mercurian you ran into last decade.
Liz | 1. You order 10 lbs of feathers, and start gluing them to your wings. (Calabite Variant: you set yourself on fire twice daily and rotate around something, but you don't work for Belial.)
Daimon giggles. "COOL!"
Daimon doesn't have wings. He doesn't even have feathers. So he's NOT redeeming. Nyah.
Liz nods. "Of course not."
Liz says "But if you did, we could get you a regular gig at Sistine's."
Daimon says "Oh. Hmmmm. Ah. Er."
Liz says "No rush. Sistine's is remarkably good at last minute bookings."
Daimon says "Oh. But redemption is _bad_."
Daimon looks at the other two pamphlets.
Liz says "Says who? Other than the Game."
Daimon says "Well, everyone."
Hitherby nods. Oddly enough, almost every demon who doesn't Redeem thinks Redemption is bad.
Daimon says "EVERYONE says it's bad."
Hitherby says, smugly, "God doesn't."
Daimon says "Well, I've never heard from this God guy."
Hitherby says "You've never heard from *most* of 'everyone.'"
Daimon says "Well, that includes this God guy."
Liz says "Ever ask a Demon who's Redeemed and become an Angel if it's bad?"
Daimon says "No, because they've been brainwashed to think it's good."
Hitherby says "You can sort of figure out what Saminga's opinion on this is without asking him, right? Something similar applies to God."
Hitherby says "And, actually, here's the kicker: do you *want* to share an opinion with *Saminga?*"
Hitherby says "And *Asmodeus?*"
Daimon says "Um, no, not really."
Daimon munches on cookies.
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