Bacon

Penn could not believe he let them talk him into a post-brekkie lecture - and some paranormal claptrap at that. "Apparently, my level of boredom tolerance is vast," he teased them, settling into a seat and focusing on his phone. "Have fun, kids." Penn didn't really become aware of the lecture until the man at the podium shared that "demons have a particular fondness for bacon - any charred meat, but bacon most especially". This tickled him to no end, so he laughed out loud ... and kept laughing, until it filled the hall. Gawd, he loved bacon - the sizzle, the splatter, the smoke ... he opened his eyes to find them all backing away, two of them having fled to seal the exits with sacred salts and oil. "OH, COME ON!" he yelled out after them, practically doubled over at the ridiculousness of it ... howling with laughter ... and then just howling. He would pull it together, get a grip; he would rise from the seat, talk some sense into them and, if that failed, he would kill them all.