Glancing over his shoulder to get a look at the demons new form, he spoke. “I should have passed gas when you did that. Would have served you right.” Issac mused. “And you can call me Issac.” He informed.<br/><br/>Grabbing his keys from the wall plaque, he made his way outside and to his truck. His truck was an average size two door black pick up, a little rusted but otherwise in great condition. It ran wonderfully, mostly because he worked on it to keep it running.<br/><br/>Climbing inside and slipping his seat belt on, Issac waited for the demon to jump onto the seat beside him before he took off.