He recoiled in horror as the message flashed before his eyes again and again. "Xan!" He cried. "What's happening? What's going on? I don't understand anything!"
"Don't worry about it, kid," Xan said. He got himself a beer, and threw one at Lemmy, who completely failed to catch it. Neither of them appeared to notice as the can hit Lemmy in the face and fell to the floor. "It's just reality creeping in. Or creeping out. It all depends on your perspective, you see."
"NO!" Lemmy shouted. "No, I don't see! I - I want my demon powers back, that's what! I'm going to go out and find that lousy one-piece-suited demon right now, and I'm going to shake him down until he gives me my powers back, by golly!"
And Lemmy stormed off into the night.
"Suit yourself, kid," Xan remarked, pouring both the beers into his arm hatch. "We both know no good will come of it, but if that's how you want to play the game, go for it."
