"There is no monkey?" Nothing could have disappointed Sammy more, his face showing the crushing sadness. He did, however, get distracted when he saw what Matty was holding, smiling again. "Oreos!" It was a good day after all.

"Right, yeah. I heard someone's in that old place now. Must need a lot of TLC, huh? Hope you're handy." Bobby considered the other's hands as he said that, noticing the black fingernails. Oh boy.

"Mikey's excellent with his hands," Lucifer boasted, trying to be a good wingman. And then getting Raphael by the ankles to hold him upside down. "Hold still, you little rascal!"

Bobby looked at the devil playing with the tiny kid and then back at Michael. "I'm just outside town. The junkyard, that's me."