Test thread

He sat outside of the diner, waiting for Patsy. It still felt new, even after years of marriage. Marriage? Him? The son of the literal Devil? Well, one of the literal Devils. Who knew how many of the bastards there were, though he was working on finding out just that. He had a growing list of Hell's movers and shakers committed to memory and..right, this was supposed to be about getting away form that stuff for a time. Patsy would likely not tolerant too much "shop talk", at least at the moment.