sometimes i feel so bad for lucifer
imagine you’re a little kid and you have the coolest dad in the whole world like he takes you to baseball games all the time and teaches you how to drive an ATV and sits up on friday nights with you eating pizza rolls and watching cartoons
and then one day he brings home a thousand fucking ferrets or something
and they smell and they’re shitting all over your house and he just sits around playing with the ferrets and ignoring you and you’re like “dad what the fuck” and he’s all “aren’t these ferrets gr8 i want you to do whatever they tell you to do and you have to love them you have to love them“
and you’re like “dad have you gone off the deep end you gotta get rid of the ferrets man”
and then he kicks you out of the house
Bravo analogy
