Asher: Not the biggest fan of this place...
Jerry: Yea... This place always gives me the chills... Sometimes literally. I always feel like there's someone out here watching me.
Asher: Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if there was.
Jerry: Well... Keep your eyes open for anything...
Asher: I hope you'll be able to keep your eyes open for most of tomorrow.
Jerry: Yea... Let's hope so.
[The two demons sit there silently for a few seconds before it finally registers in Jerry's head what Asher just said. He lowers his binoculars and looks at Asher a bit confused.]
Jerry: Wait, what do you mean?
Asher: Tomorrow. It's the middle of the week.
Jerry: Ok... And?
[Asher stares at Jerry with a blank expression, like he should know what he's talking about. He clearly doesn't.]
Asher: Ye– You seriously don't know?
Jerry: Uhhh... No... Is tomorrow some sort of human holiday I'm unaware of?
Asher: I– Ok... Think for a second, what is something I do on occasion?
Jerry: Smoke and drink?
[Asher crosses his arms.]
Asher: No, I said on occasion not constantly.
Jerry: Stupidly burn yourself?
Asher: Also no, and that was one time.
Jerry: Masturbate?
Asher: Ew and no.
Jerry: Can ya give me another hint?
Asher: Alright. What's something I do weekly?
[Jerry begins to think a bit more. He scratches his head.]
Jerry: As in something you do every week?
Asher: That's what weekly means, yes.
[Jerry scratches the back of his head trying to think about whatever Asher is talking about.]
Jerry: Uhhhh...
Asher: I'll give you a hint. I do it every Wednesday.
Jerry: Wednesday... Wednesday... What hell are you talking abou–
[Jerry stops speaking mid-sentence as a look of realization appears on his face. The expression quickly changes to an annoyed one.]
Jerry: You're joking right?
[Asher smirks.]
Asher: Nope.
Jerry: You seriously can't be doing this now... Of all fucking places to be doing your shitty habit, this isn't fucking one of them!
Asher: Hey now, you've known about this since the first week we met. It's just something that happens that I have no control over.
Jerry: Bullshit! There's no way in hell that's something a person has no control over!
Asher: Listen, I've tried kicking the damn thing and I've tried to control it. But everything I've tried hasn't worked or shown any signs of progress.
Jerry: Alright fine you made an attempt, but– Now?!
Asher: Like it or not Jerry, I'm sleeping until noon tomorrow. And neither of us can do shit about it.
[Jerry rubs his forehead annoyed and lets out a sigh.]
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