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Archer: *gets on a roof above the box to see what's in it better*

(A large amount of guns from all human history are peeking out, as well as explosives, melee weapons, and other tools for death and destruction)

Archer: Oooo. Might wanna get my hands on some of those.

-(the demon closes the call, puts it in his pocket, pulls one of the pistols out of its holster, and says “I’m a demon, slick. I know you’re up there.”)-

Archer: *jumps down* Yeah? What's your price on the guns?

-(demon turns, and his head seems to bubble)-
CC- That depends on what you want.

CC- You want anything, we got it. Musket from the revolution? Magnum .44? Kar98? Tec? Mobile artillery? Any weapon or explosive to ever exist, we got it. For a bigger price, we got some guns from the Angelic Army, but those (winks) cost extra.

Archer: Lemme see your mobile artillery. And what do you mean by extra?

CC- (sigh) By “extra,” I mean the Angelic counterparts are twice or three times as much, price wise, than their human versions, because they are from the Angelic Army. Any idea how hard those guys are to kill?

Archer: Oh I thought you meant like stuff that wasn't cash wise. And no I don't

Box:
The box is a large wooden crate with what appears to be gun barrels peeking out the top.
Person:
He is a 8’3” demon with a blood puddle for a head. He is wearing a black suit with two pistols on his waist and a blue armband on his left arm. He is talking on his phone.
Area:
A dark alleyway, near a sewer grate, with a large swirling black and red portal that you can’t see through.

*splashes holy water on demon* THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELLS YOU!

-(water splashes on him)-
-(he turns, hangs up the phone, and says)-
“I’m not that kind of demon, fool.”

*Throws grenade and runs*

-pulls one of his pistols and fires once, catching the man in his spine, severing it and paralyzing him waist down, then dives to the floor as the grenade explodes-

*literally f**king dies*

BACK FOR ROUND 2! *beats the demon to death*

(I’m already dead, moron, I died in 1957 then came back to try to sell my product, and you tried to kill me.)

Well, I guess that was for nothing *flees the scene*