Saints....

'Yep that settles it... I hate them all!' Cas sighed as he sst his eyes on the sorry cast before him.

The ever bloodthirsty and violent Bloody Blue Hand, Their representative, Sally kept her eyes glued on Cas, a sinful, mocking smile plastered on her face, Their host, Big Banner was over by the grill, Some Grade A beef were spitting on the fire, He was having a discussion with some of his men, the others were guarding his 44 meter tall daughter Chel, Her physiology had garnered the attention of most members of the Blue hand, only two weren't interested in her, A Tall dark fella by the name of Stan and the aforementioned Sally, 'She's practically undressing me with her eyes,' Cas shuddered.

"So how long we waiting Banner?" Cas said, wariness in his voice.

"How long will it take your people to make it?" The man shot back.

"I told you signal's weak! I can barely get yo them!" Cas protested.

"Well I guess it'll be a while, oh! Brisket's almost ready, you up for some?" Banner turned to sta
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