[Jerry lets out an annoyed growl and looks over at Asher with an irritated glare.]
Jerry: *Annoyed Growl* Just shut up and drive better!
[Asher gestures forward down the dirt path in the dead forest with his right hand.]
Asher: I have been driving straight for the past TEN MINUTES!
[He then gestures towards Jerry with the same hand.]
Asher: What else do you want me to do? HUH?
Jerry: I want you to drive straight! And not hit any bumps so you fuck up my aim!
Asher: We are in a FOREST filled with ROCKS AND BUMPS! How the hell do you want me to avoid bumps!?
Jerry: I don't know! Just– Turn the thingy and don't hit any of them!
[Asher lowers his hand and raises an eyebrow.]
Asher: By "thingy" do you mean the steering wheel?
Jerry: (Aggravated) DON'T SHAME ME! I'VE NEVER DRIVEN A VEHICLE BEFORE!
[As the two get into an argument, the Demon in the pickup truck filled with dynamite gets onto the pickup bed and looks at one of the dozens of boxes of dynamite. He grabs a few sticks before stepping back up to where he was before. He drops all but one of them on the ground and grabs the lighter his friend had dropped when Jerry shot him. He flips the lighter open and brings the stick of dynamite towards it.]
Demon 1: This one! THIS ONE is gonna send you bastards sky-high!
[He brings the wick of one of the sticks of dynamite towards the lighter and begins to flick it.]
*Flick* *Flick*
*Tssssssssssssssssssssssss–*
[A sort of hissing noise can be heard. It sounds like a lit stick of dynamite. But the one in the Demon's hand isn't lit. He hasn't even gotten a flame on the lighter yet. He looks at it a bit confused.]
Demon 1: Huh?
[The Demon turns around towards the source of the noise. Behind him lies a lit stick of dynamite on top of one of the dynamite crates.]
Demon 1: Oh shit!
[The Demon drops the stick of dynamite and lighter he's holding and runs towards the lit one. He grabs the lit stick of dynamite and throws it out of the truck into the dead forest.]
*Boom*
[The dynamite explodes only a second later. The Demon stares at where the dynamite exploded in the dead forest for a few seconds confused at what just happened.]
Demon 1: Fucking– What? How the hell did–
???: *Caw*
Demon 1: Huh?
[The Demon hears a cawing noise behind him which just confuses him more. He turns around and sees a bird perched on the top of the pickup truck's cab. It's a crow with feathers as dark as night and a crest of those same feathers above its head. It's none other than the Crescent Crow.]
Crescent Crow: *Caw*
Demon 1: What the hell?
Crescent Crow: *Caw* *Caw*
[The Crescent Crow bends down towards its left talon. It looks to be clenching an open matchbook in it. It then pulls out one of the matches with its beak and looks back up at the Demon.]
Crescent Crow: *Caw*
[The Demon just stares at the Crescent Crow incredibly confused.]
Demon 1: (Confused) What.
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