I'm sure it'll only be a matter of time.

As long as your friendly, he'll be a gentlemen.

[Slipping her hand in her pocket, Pyro pulls out a cigarette and takes her flamethrower dangerously close to her face. With a small burst of flames, Pyro lights up and inhales deeply.]

Instead of taking orders from the Head Bitch, we get to listen to the Gods spout off crap all day.