Jonah strode into the Hell, frustrated look on his face. He nearly knocked over the man sitting at the bar and installed himself on one of the stools.
"Mon, give me one o' dem green tings."
As the bartender lowered a glass full of strange-looking green stuff in front of him, Jonah slammed it back, mumbled; "Wexlah...damnit.", growled a bit and then shuffled over to a corner table.
He produced a small puppet from somewhere and started dismembering it slowly, obviously imagining some perverse and violent act doing so.
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.
