lost in the arrival

[im-the-champ.livejournal.com]

Satan was lost. As usual. Only this time, he was now wearing a pulsing plantsuit, tastefully covered by a large white gi, champion wrestling belt, and ostentatious cape. His afro, as usual, was perfectly coiffed and groomed. "So, uh ... is this some kinda new publicity thing? Where's my agent?"

[[Also background music seems to be following him.]]

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[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

Slobo simply stared. Was that... an afro? Seriously?

"Yer agent ain't here, pal. Though I'd say ya need a hairdresser more." He smirked. "What, did ya fall into a vat of jericurl with a live toaster in yer hands?"

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

Hello Mr. Satan. Have a curious child with a tentahat looking up at you and wondering..."Mister, where is that music coming from?"