Well, look at this pimp. How'd you get outta Hell?
I told them I was coming up on a routine possession. Look, I don't have long; if they figure out my ruse, they'll come looking for me.
Hey, what's with bringing us in here?
You two ****s are inches away from getting caught! Going around killing people, about to un-case your wings? Don't you have any idea what's going on?
Well, we're going home.
Oh, really? Are you so clueless as to think that you can just waltz back into Heaven?
Why not?
Everybody is looking for you. Both sides, above and below. Orders are to terminate you on sight.
Really?
Why?
Because you're pissing people off, that's why! Word on the grapevine is that God's pissed off at your presumption, and I know Lucifer's pissed because you assholes might make him look bad by succeeding where he's failed so many times.
So they're just gonna kill us?
They're gonna try! That's why you have to travel incognito. Tone down your behavior, stay off their respective radars. [to Loki] Quit killing people. That's high-profile.
Oh, lighten up!
I still can't believe they wanna kill us.
Oh, believe it, boys. They've even got the last scion looking for you.
Really?
You're kidding me.
This is huge, man. Your re-entry is a thorn in a lot of sides. And they'll stop at nothing—-I mean nothing--to prevent it. In the meantime, I suggest that you find an alternate mode of transportation. If anything else comes up, I'll contact you.
Look, I've gotta get back to the pit before they get suspicious. Remember, incognito.
