Demon-Stration "This thing? Naw, it's just a super bounce ball I keep around to pass the time." Zeeks, or Ezekiel, or EZ, or whatever he's called- he demonstrates. Bouncing it down the corridor and back into his hand.

"A retarded kind of fun I suppose. But hell, if you got anything better, sure. Just make me an offer. No, it ain't the... what are you looking for again? Oh, some mystic eye. Shit, I'll trade you for that in a second. That's the Boss's stuff... try looking in his room." The demon thumbs towards... well, the area you enter.  ¶ 1:40 AM