Observations

"Oh, here we go," the angel sighed, and the demon smiled. "I don't want you to sit here by yourself - staring at your obvious influencer failures - all pointless and lonely," it hissed. "No, of course not," the angel replied (patting the place beside it), "which is why, today, we're going to continue focusing on your shoddy and laughable handiwork, while I fulfill my promise to respect your self-loathing and not gloat." They had been at this for aeons and there was a kind of comfort in it. The pool party was raucous and the mortals were courting no end of danger and woe. "That one," the demon pointed. "As if," the angel huffed. This went on and on while, occasionally, they both turned to the same person and whispered, "Nut job" to each other.