Current mood:

confused

I know, I should be concentratin' on the new place. Got a million things aren't done yet. Already haveta replace one o' the cooks. Astra saw him eatin'...she was SERIOUSLY grossed out. My fault, I guess, for hirin' a Sectral demon. Insect heads, and insect digestion. He had his lunch...it was a cast-iron skillet he puked on, dissolved with his acid bile, and lapped up outta a bowl.

So, 'course, we can't have that, and he didn't wanna take a demotion to dishwasher, so his eatin' habits don't freak out payin' folk.

Said he'd think about hirin' some lawyer to sue us for anti-demon discrimination...

Talked to Moloch about it, for advice. He said not to worry...it was probably a friv...friv...probably nobody would touch the suit. Thank God. Don't need someone takin' away all my ready cash before we even OPEN, y'know?

Glad he's around. Seems like he's the only one I can turn to sometimes, y'know?