"Vaggie, I think I'm in love." I say to her.

"Really? Who?" Nifty comes in.

"Charlie, we talked about this. We're in a business." Vaggie says.

"Who is it?" Nifty's eye glows.

"Vaggie please don't judge, or fucking lose it." I say.

"Depends on who the guy is." Vaggie says.

I glare at her.

"Alright. Alright. I'll try." Vaggie says.

"Don't leave me in suspense." Nifty says.

"Who the fuck is it?" Vaggie says.

"Al." I blush.

"Al? Al Al? The Radio Demon?" Nifty asks.

I nod. Vaggie's eye is wider than the ocean. 

"Charlie! What the fuck?! Did he fucking trick you?!" Vaggie yells shaking me. 

"Aww! That's adorable." Nifty coos.

"Charlie! He's the fucking radio demon!" Vaggie yells.

"I think he's changed." I say.

"Charlie! He's the Radio Demon!" Vaggie screams in my ear.

She shakes me like a rocking chair.

"Vaggie I-I-I t-t-h-i-n-k I l-l-i-k-e h-h-i-m." I spew out. 

"Oh. Sorry." Vaggie drops me.

I spin into a cabinet and bang into it. 

"Ow. Give me a minute." I say.

"Charlie. He's very dangerous." Vaggie says.

"Vaggie, he's changed. He saved my life." I say.

"Twice." Nifty says. 

"No! Charlie open your eyes!" Vaggie yells.

"Vaggie!" I growl.

Horns appear on my head. My teeth sharpen. Vaggie draws back.

"I need some air." I hiss.