"Azrael was right, Hell blows."

That was Loki's assessment of the situation. Actually, that had been his assessment every single day for the past five years and Bartleby couldn't agree more. They died humans and went to Hell for their trespasses. But, having been angels they knew the loophole of the Pit. Something that the miserable humans hadn't yet figured out, if they ever would.

They sat at a card table, playing Go Fish. Next to them was a tv, on it an ad stating the program line-up. Clips of the shows played as an announcer spoke.

"You've been watching Mrs. Doubtfire on the Underworld Network. Coming up next, Mrs. Doubtfire. Followed by Mrs. Doubtfire. On HTV this afternoon is a marathon of The Real World. Also, tonight you can catch a full hour of family fun on PAX TV…"

"Turn that shit off."

Loki shrugged and switched the television off. He looked back over to Bartleby, eyeing him suspiciously.

"You're fucking cheating."

Bartleby shook his head.

"You still are a simple, simple creature. Why would I cheat at such an easy game?"

"Because you can? I don't fucking know. I just know that you are."

Bartleby sighed, tossing his cards down onto the table.

"I give up. And, for your information, you're wrong. Just like you always are."

"Name one proven example. Not counting Krush Groove because the jury's still out on that one."

"Crystal Pepsi."

Loki sat silent for a moment.

"Ouch."

"I also seem to recall you saying that Hi Honey I'm Home was going to change the face of sitcoms forever."

"I was right about Tougher Than Leather."

"How in the world can you claim that you were right about Tougher Than Leather?"

"Tougher Than Leather was classic. Run-DMC fighting crime, Rick Rubin the bad guy. How much better can it get?"

"Oh, I don't know, boys… Hell Comes To Frog Town gets my vote as a superior film."

Azrael's voice appeared before he did. When he did appear, he was smiling ear to ear.

"Felix and Oscar, long time no see. Conversation still at a lull, I take it."

"Listen to this suave motherfucker. Hell Comes to Frog Town? Are you out of your mind, Azrael?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."

Azrael sat down at the table with his former angel friends. Seemed almost like old times for a moment, only this time they weren't inebriated as Sodom and Gomorra burned. He took his hat off and set it onto the table in front of him. Loki stared up at his horns. Azrael caught the stare and shot a hateful look back at him.

"Sorry, Az. I still can't get used to the sight of you with horns. It's kind of funny."

"Yeah. Well, how's eternal damnation treating you?"

Loki shrugged. Bartleby spoke up quickly to change the subject.

"So, how's… um… what's her name?

Azrael sighed and shook his head.

"Have either of you ever shared your time with a woman? No, I don't suppose you have. Sometimes I think I'd rather sit down here and rot rather than look at that fucking angel, or whatever the fuck she is, again. What's been going on down here?"

"Not much. We go over to Friar Rush's about once a week and play darts with some of the atheists. It's much more boring here than I would have expected."

"Really? I hadn't noticed. Watch Mrs. Doubtfire yet?"

Loki snorted, "Only about a million fucking times. Siskel over here can't get enough."

Bartleby looked down and shrugged. Azrael picked the cards up off the table and started to shuffle them.

"You ladies are pathetic. So, are we gonna play cards or what?"