Interesting duds, pal. And the wings and halo are a nice touch. I like a man who knows how to accessorize. Are those real wings? I ask because they're kinda small. You look like a pterodactyl with chicken wings.
They're real, asswipe.
So what, you're an angel?
No, but I am angelic. There's a difference. Mostly semantics.
Say, have you ever noticed that there never seems to be a button on a desk that you can push to open a trap door? Why is that, I wonder?
I wouldn't know.
It's a mystery. Anyway, what can I do for you?
I need a publisher for my autobiographical graphic novel. It's called Erick, the Strange Angelic Man: A Life.
That you? Erick the strange angelic man?
Can you draw?
Of course. Here's a drawing of Carlotta, the snazzily dressed lit agent.
Nice. I think I'm in love. Tell you what, I'll have a six-figure contract ready for you in the morning if you'll introduce me to the real Carlotta.