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Johnson: Oh, fudge! What am I talking about? This is what caused those tremors! This is a melody of death! Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god god god god!

Garcia: Why should I be afraid of a few puny earthquake...what the hell?

Johnson: Are you afraid of that!?

Garcia: Shit! It's nice to be noticed, eh?

Johnson: No! Stronger demons require a constant supply of human blood, which they store in special repositories on their bodies. They're a source of great power, but also an exploitable weakness.

Garcia: Talk about wearing your heart on your sleeve.

Demon Voice: Welcome!

Garcia: I understand why brains and eyes are on the menu...but why do demons like strawberries?

Johnson: You don't know about strawberries? They're demon fruit, G. Fleming's idea of a practical joke on the world of the living. They're made of ground-up tongues.

Garcia: That's disgusting!

Johnson: That's not the half of it. You thought "pop her cherry" was just a figure of speech? Hmm, that fellow looks like a VIP.

Garcia: Very important pendejo?

Johnson: Something like that. Fleming gives his favorite souls special treatment. People who exited the world of the living in style.

Garcia: So not all demons are damned?

Johnson: Oh, everybody's damned. The VIPs are just comfortably damned. Little perks here and there.

Garcia: Such as?

Johnson: They get to keep their genitals.

Garcia: Cabron! I'm coming, baby! Fucking crazy world. Magnifico. More demon pubes.

Johnson: Let's find some Darkness that gives us a clear shot at the switch. A hand that barfs darkness. And they said this neighborhood was gentrifying.