He smiled, "A lot, really. I'm not sure that Will, will like it. He... doesn't exactly like the Nightmare Realm, but... I don't know where else to place him."
"An all-knowing demon... not knowing where to place one person...? I thought I would never see the day," Ford snickered.
He scowled, "Don't judge me, Fordsie."
"I thought you two would get along a lot better..." Will mumbled, waking up, "... and I thought you knew I didn't like that place, Billy..."
He smiled, "We did... for a while."
"Up until before Fiddleford's 'accident'," Ford scowled.
He snickered, "Ol' Glasses deserved it. He wasn't the genius anyway, that was you."
"Yeah, but I was smart enough to not take the warning lightly," Ford growled.
He smiled, "Even the smartest people have the worst common sense. You've proved that more than once."
"More than once?" Ford questioned.
He snickered, "Let's see... reading the incarnation, giving Mabel that crossbow, having the portal on when Stan was there, fighting Stan, falling asleep near Dipper, leaving the rift to a young boy. Do I need to say more?"
"... no..." Will mumbled, sitting up, before reading the paper, "Pyronica? Why her?"
He sighed, "Because. So, you have 5 hours."
"That's... not a long time," Will frowned.
He snickered, "120 hours isn't enough?"