Having to deal every day with all these bloody idiots Crowley was happy he didn't have a real body anymore, only a form he possessed. Had he to deal with this much stupidity as a human he would have ulcers from all the stress, he was sure of it.
Another hench-demon came to him and stopped him on his trek to his wonderful, quiet, solitary office.
"My Lord, the British souls protest that they manage to get their ticket too fast."
Crowley ignored him, shut his office door, sat on his chair and relaxed to the opening credits of "Girls".