Especially when a certain Slender Agent who shares a name with a month of the year refuses to acknowledge the fact she cannot sing and continues to belch out bar after bar of 99 bottles of beer on the wall. I'd stab her but she's apparently essential to our quest or something.
Anyways yeah we're heading to The Archangel's territory now. Why are we in a car and not just traveling through our various transportation methods? Because The archangel is a dick and refuses to allow us to fast travel into his territory. So Harold commandeered us a car and we're traveling like average humans. With May assaulting our ears with her shrill and screechy rendition of an already irritating travel song.
I long for death.