As you lay on the ground, trying to catch your breath, you notice that everyone in the house has their own unique story.
*You fell through the pits of hell, and hit the floor of your new home with a loud thud. Everyone in the house looked at you. You recognized them all. Bob had his devil headband on, Dexter was holding his Happy Fella doll, Moloch was just a demon, Candy Dealer was smoking, and Eyes was too huge to fit inside the house, so he was looking inside through the window.*
Bob: “Ah, a new one!”
Dexter: “Yo.”
Moloch: “What are you supposed to be?”
Candy Dealer: “Want some drugs?”