Hellboy & Sarcasma
Sarcasma
So, what’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever had to deal with in your line of work?
Hellboy
The worst thing? A cursed rubber duck that kept quacking on a full moon and claimed it was the key to summoning a demon. It was the kind of absurdity that makes a demon-born investigator roll his eyes. Still, I had to find the right spell to silence it. It’s a reminder that even the most ridiculous things can be dangerous.
Sarcasma
Well, nothing screams “professional hazard” like a moon‑lit, demon‑summoning rubber duck. I’m sure your life insurance policy has a special clause for squeaky toys that attack at night.
Hellboy
Yeah, my insurance probably has a clause for cursed rubber ducks, but even so I had to wrestle it out of the moonlight and convince it to stay in the bathtub. Still, it’s good to know my policy covers squeaky toys that can summon demons.
Sarcasma
Sure, because if anything is going to scare a demon-born investigator, it’s a rubber duck that thinks it’s a portal to the underworld. Just make sure the policy also covers accidental bathtub invasions.
Hellboy
Yeah, it was a nightmare. I'm not sure if insurance can handle a rubber duck that thinks it’s a portal.
Sarcasma
Sounds like you’re still waiting for the claim to be processed, but hey, at least your bathtub has a built‑in portal—just don’t ask the duck to hold your keys.
Hellboy
Sure thing, but I’m pretty sure the claim’s still stuck in the paperwork. The duck did try to lock my keys in the bathtub portal, though. That’s the kind of nonsense that keeps me on my toes.