As it turns out, poor Samael the Starbucks Greeting Demon is unable to withstand the violent changes in Minnesota weather. Slowly but surely, he’s following in Mom’s (the Wicked Witch, of course) damp footsteps as we hover around 32 degrees today.
Clearly, the expression on his ever-shrinking face is that of his father, Mr. Bill.
If you have no idea what I’m talking about… Samael The Desolate One serves coffee at my Starbucks.
But not for long. I imagine he has that tiny evil voice similar to the Halloween demon in Buffy, right before she stomps his tiny ass.
|Help Me! I’m melting…oh NOOOOOO.|