“pffft! Nice belt you fuckin alchy (slang for alcoholic)”
He pushed him out of the way, or at least tried
"Ewwww, you think I go for that shit? Excuse you I am a man of class-only monsters for me-and before you say I'm a druggie again, my body doesn't even react to that stuff-and it smells awful by the way-I LIVED in a place full of fire and brimstone for most of my life, why the fuck would people wanna inhale that shit AND a bunch of chemicals? Go ahead, you can test me if you want. I am VERY real, and VERY much interested in you, wonder boy~"
He huffed in annoyance
"UGHHHH-fine."
His eyes went BLACK, whole body lighting on fire as he glared at Danny, smaller than him but seeming to loom over him as he bared his fangs, honestly showing only a fraction of his true demonic form.
"H̵̺̪̻̫̜̮̼̞̳̻͌̏̈́͑̎̋͐̊̃̈͐̊̚a̵̡̡̱̦̪̺̩͉͈̯͉̯͋̎̊̑͗͌̀̕ͅp̴̪̖̦̰̙̼̫̽̅͘͜͝p̵̧̖̻͇̬̦̟͛̈͗̂͆͐͐̎̓͒̍͋̂̀͠y̸̡̞̖͈̲̭͍̘͚̳̆̓̇̑́̆̌̄̑̀̎̔̚͝ ̵̟̯̖̬̪͓̓̇̎̽͛͒n̷̗͔̤̽̃̒̈̀̈́̅͗̇̑͐̈ơ̴̛͓̄̇͛̾̇́̿̈́̈̆͑̓͘w̸͙̾͂̀͆̄̍̌͆̍́̚̚͘?̷̫͖̥̂̃ ̴̢̡͇͓̮̜̭̬̣̮̟̽̉̋̄́͘"