Heinkel: Seriously, boss, STN-J could take care of this…
Timothy: Your cups are here!
Heinkel: Why not leak the witch to them and let them handle it?
Enrico: It’s a matter of pride. We can’t back off from a challenge.
Heinkel: This isn’t a challenge. It’ll be child’s play.
Enrico: Then it’ll be a perfect training mission for Timothy.
Heinkel: Boss, you can not be sending me to Japan! Especially not to chase a witch!
Enrico: Heinkel, it is not your job to question your missions.
Heinkel: But a witch, in Japan? That’s STN-J’s job!
Enrico: No, a witch at a Catholic school. That makes it our job.
Heinkel: This is not going to end well.
Enrico: And you’ll need to get Yumiko for this one.
Heinkel: Aw, boss, do we have to?
I don’t need Yumie’s help to handle a witch. Can’t you let her sleep?
Enrico: No, you misunderstand me.
You don’t need to wake up Yumie. You just need to bring Yumiko with you.
Heinkel: Why is that?
Enrico: She speaks the language.
Heinkel: Oh, no.
That’s infectious mononucleosis. The main symptom is constant fatigue. It can persist for months, and of course, in my case, it did.
Reseda: Erin has mono. For a while, this place is going to be under even less control than usual.
This is my birthday present to myself: No update today. (I’m not a teenager anymore. Yikes.)
Heinkel: Okay, forget about it. Where are you sending me now?
Enrico: There’s a confirmed report of a witch. You’re going after her.
Heinkel: All right. Where is she?
Enrico: She has infiltrated a Catholic girls’ school.
Heinkel: Great. Will you at least tell me which continent it’s on?
Heinkel: You should encourage that kid more. He’s the most enthusiastic intern we’ve had for years.
Maxwell: He’s only bringing coffee. I see no reason to give that excess praise.
Heinkel: Then maybe you should give him more of a challenge.
Maxwell:…you mean like cleaning the weapons?
Heinkel: Um, not exactly.
Timothy: Your coffee, Father, just the way you…oh! Excuse me…
Maxwell: Come on in, Timothy.
Timothy: I’ll get you a cup, Father…er, Mother…?
Heinkel: Heinkel. Just Heinkel.
Voice: Timothy! Where are those reports I asked for?
Timothy: Coming, Mother!
Voice: Timothy! What’s taking so long!
Timothy: I’ll be right there, Brother!
Maxwell: Timothy! Where on earth is my coffee?
Timothy: Right here, Father Maxwell!
Baalberith: Stop napping, Erin! You have mail to answer!
Erin: Sure thing, Baalberith. A few thoughtful readers want to know…”Isn’t it a funny coincidence that you do a comic about vampires, and now you have anemia?”
Baalberith: Weren’t you tired a minute ago?
Erin: Sleep can wait! First I need to rub garlic on the window frames!