[AgentZero]

Jack Smith spots Agent Zero walking towards the door and an expectant grin spreads across his face. Zero enters the Hut, takes three steps and promptly drops to his knees with a piercing cry of agony. Jack giggles girlishly as Zero writhes about in pain. Zero tries desperately to make it to the exit, but his spasming muscles cause him merely to flop around on the floor. Jack's enjoyment of the spectacle is cut short when Agent Zero suddenly stops flopping, rises to his knees and lifts his head to look at Jack. Against all odds, a tortured grin spreads across Agent Zero's face.

"Fool!" he gasps as his eyes begin glowing a hellish red. "Have you any comprehension of what you have done?!"

Before he can reply, Jack is engulfed by a black cloud of demons, these ones fully coporeal and not as easily dismissed as their ethereal breathren. Simultaneously, a horde of sword-wielding angels decend upon the patrons of the Hut and begin liberally administering decapitations, eviscerations and amputations. In the midst of all this horrific carnage, Agent Zero suddenly jumps to his feet, strolls casually over to the bar and asks a cowering Hank for a pint of water.

"Don't worry, Hank, they won't hurt you, the bringer of beer. I've got things totally under control."
"B-b-but I thought Jack's pocket-universe-inflicted-hangover caused you to lose control of the Legions."
"Pffft! Pocket universe. You really think that would have any effect on me? I am an instrument of the divine, and everyone knows that the theoretical has no effect on the theological."

With that, Agent Zero snaps his fingers and the demons and angels suddenly vanish, leaving bits and pieces of patrons scattered all over the floor. And, left standing in the middle of the floor is Jack Smith, or what's left of him. The demons have done a thorougly excellent job in flaying him, managing to remove every scrap of skin and flesh while leaving all veins, arteries and internal organs completely intact.

"Wow," exclaims Hank. "That's impressive.
"Indeed," Agent Zero agrees. "And agonizingly painful. Of course, he can't scream, for he has no larynx, and he can't move for he has no muscle tissue left, but rest assured, he is experiencing the most horrific pain imagineable."

Then, in a moment of extremely rare compassion, Agent Zero takes a Coporeal Regenerator out of his pocket and sticks it to Jack's forhead. It will take several hours to completely replace his body, by which time Agent Zero will be back in the Forum Bar & Grill, snuggled up with his Angel of Death.

"Now then," he addresses Jack, who has just regrown ears. "Let this be a lesson to you. When someone controls the Legions of Heaven and Hell, you really shouldn't call them a sot."