Mike: You're
Daemon aren't you?
Daemon: Yes. Were you expecting something else?
Mike: Well... Yeah. Where are spikes? The fangs? The
claws? You're a bit small for a super virus aren't you?
(Daemon giggles and infects Mike)
"My spiked shoulder plates are no match for his blade festooned finery!"
"You need to make yourself look more evil, Mort. More horns?"
