Nude East Ireland wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley didn't listen to this part. "Wait, you're also a Crowley?" He looked around. "Holy fucking shit, how many fucking Crowleys are there? I thought they were all dead after the real Al Crowley died, then Anton shows up, then he breeds and now this asshole?" he pointed at Eraldo. "What? Is Sanchez a fucking Crowley now? Am I the only bloody Crowley who isn't actually related to the real Aleister Crowley?"
"Listen buddy, I don't have time for this Ancestry.com bullshit you're trying to figure out. Just let me help Anton or send me back to Argentina. I've got things to snort and women to fuck, and I'll go berserk if somebody gets in the way of that. I don't know who you are, or who this Sanchez is, or who half you people are. Maybe it's because I've been in a drug-fueled daze for the past decade, but that's beside the point."
Crowley hugged his cousin tightly. "I love you, kid. I love you."
Sanchez cleared his throat. "Can we get to business now?" he asked tiredly. "Megan, Shung, please talk further with the two Nazis. Aleister, I need to talk with you in private."
Crowley nodded to Az, and in a very stupid move said "Az, help Megan and Shung interrogate the Nazis while I try not to kill the Mexican."
"Puerto Rican."
"Fuck you." Crowley said as they walked off toward another door, opened it, went inside and shut it. I'll throw in a plot post in a bit.