"Thank you, Salt. At least someone appreciates profession of hunting demons!" He bellows. I throw a flask at the codger.
"Why you no good-!" Wacon screams. "I'd had enough of your crap old man!" I scream back.
"Enough!" Diamond screams above the both of us. She comes into the living room, carrying a drowsy Kasey, "Kasey is taking a nap, and I swear to almighty Terry Crews if she doesn't have the best sleep of her life, heads will roll!"
"Sorry." Both Wacon and I say, meekly.
Diamond leaves out, "I love you, mommy." Kasey says, dreamily.