Character: Of Hastur

- What the hell is going on, Crowley? What have you done?
Of Hastur, hi. Don't get it. What do you mean?
We took him to the plain of Megiddo. The dog is not with him. The child does not know about the Great battle. He is not the son of our Lord. He said... I smell like poop.
- Well, he's right.
You're dead, Crowley. You're done.

- So, Crowley. Mr. Weasel done this time?
I'm not sure. But I know that nothing good.
- All right then. He wasn't supposed to do good.
- Figurative expression. Then nothing wrong with that.

- Here Ligur, I think the hand would give for such a chance.
"Right," said Ligur. Someone, he added to himself. Around enough hands. What is the meaning to part with his?