65hrs ish. Blender, Zbrush, Photoshop.____________________________________________________________________________Me: GET OUT OF MY WORK IN PROGRESS FOLDER! *Boot.*Jessarah: NO! *Cling.*Me: Don't make me MAKE you. >8{Jessarah: I like it in here! It's nice and cozy and there are lots of others to play with. At the rate you're going, I'll never run out of friends in here.Heeee.Me: Spoiled little Fuck. SATAN!!! COME FORTH!Satan: *Arises in a cloud of black ash, sulfur, and methane, membranous wings spreading ominously, eyes glowing red.*Jessarah: EEEEEEE! *Runs away.*Me: Thank fuck.Satan: THANK FUCK!? Thank ME! I never get any damn credit for anything. Jesus Christ.Jesus Christ: *Appears in a cloud of pot fumes.* Yeah. Hi. I really wish people would stop saying my name for no reason, God damn it.God: *Booming thunder.* MOTHER. FUCKERS.Everyone: *Shuts up.*Satan: So anyway, where'd that girl go? She was hot. I want to bang dat ass like a bongo drum.Me: Um..... That was actually a guy.Satan: So where'd that guy go? He was hot. I want to bang dat ass like a bongo drum.Me: *Facepalm* Is that all you think about, really? Can't you maybe try..... I dunno, taking matters into your own hands for once? Or maybe try some toys? Don't you have a vibrator or something?Satan: My vibrator sucks.Me: Oh wow! That's awesome! Mine only vibrates.Satan: I mean it blows.Me: Damn! I need to get me one of those!Satan: I mean it really bites!Me: Well I'm sure it has an intensity dial. Just turn it down to "lightly nibbles."Satan: *Angry glare* >8{ Bitch, I will stab you.Me: Is that a euphemism for....?Satan: NO.Me: Alright, alright. Calm down.Jesus: Hey, ya know, I'm available and always open to new things. *Writhes sexily.*Satan: NNNNOOO. NO. ALL THE NO. TWENTY-FIVE DIFFERENT KINDS OF NO. NOPE NOPE NOPE. NOPING OFF INTO WILD BLUE YONDER AND NEVER COMING BACK. NOPE-NOPE-AND AWAY! *Nopes off into the distance.*Me: Well. So that happened. Haven't you guys been trying to figure out how to get rid of him for like.... ages?Jesus: Yeah. If only we had known it would be THAT easy. Note to self: Cancel the apocalypse.God: Well damn. That simplifies things.Satan: *Can still be heard noping somewhere over the horizon.*