Donovan will eat you alive. Literally

Sir, how do we find this Old Donovan?

The crows will show you the way.

Caw! The crows have no use for Old Donovan.


Caw. Old Donovan is our enemy! Caw!

He's actually right this time. Caw. The crows and Old Donovan are ancient enemies. We will not take you to him.

Dudes, chill. Just take them back to Allentown, then.

But Allentown is fraught with danger. The city lies in smoldering ruin as angels and demons battle in its streets.


Has anyone seen "Angels and Demons" yet? I love Tom Hanks.

You know, it's not half-bad. Better than the last one. I don't know why the pope has his nose out of joint over it. ... He's been a bit of a disappointment.

Tom Hanks is our enemy! Caw!

Shush! ... The crows believe that using an anti-matter bomb as such a key element of the plot was far-fetched to say the least ...

The crows shall launch their own anti-matter bomb against the Vatican! Caw!

Shush! Why don't you go outside and play with the polar bears? Caw!

Enough. We must find this Old Donovan and torture him!

Not likely, dude. Chances are you won't even survive the encounter. ... Here's the deal. The crows will take you as far as Allentown -- and that's an order, dudes -- and you'll have to find the cavern that runs under Hamilton Street. Beneath 7th and Hamilton, you will find an abandoned comfort station. Donovan is the rest room attendant. He'll tell you what to do.

I never saw any damn tunnel under Hamilton Street. How are we supposed to find that? Hell, thanks to damn ol' Marge, Hamilton street's a damn war zone.

If I may interrupt, Oh Lord, I have some small knowledge of the underground areas around Hamilton Street. There was some talk of creating those rest stations in my time.

But how do we get access?

Well, the place was pretty torn up after the Spanish Armada attacked. There's probably some good spots to get in. The Countess of Monaco got in from under the Butz building after it was destroyed.

That old bat's still alive? She's got more lives than a damn cat. Hell, she looks like a damn cat.

Dude, you may want to lose the hat and the nose. Donovan will eat you alive. Literally.

About time!

Hell! Who wants to look like you anyway, Rufus?

Whoa! "Desperate Housewives" is coming on. I'm out, dudes. Good luck. POOF!

OK. Angel, general -- you're with me.

I could help you find your way though the tunnels.

OK, Rudolph. You're in.

Whoa! Hold it right there. I got a red nose, too. You ain't leavin me here alone with Santa. He's a damn psycho. ... Plus one of those guys in Parallel Time looks just like me, but not as handsome. I could be unobtrusive.


He's right Mr. Bauer, Parallel Atown-Liker's right-hand man looks just like the Player. Plus, Jesus poofed little Ronan over to help with Santa. He took over for me when I was promoted from wiping the Cherubim's asses. He's quite reliable. And nothing like his grownup counterpart from Parallel Time.

I agree with Bubbles. I did some time with him in Limbo. He's a good little dude. Let me come Bauer.

OK, fine. You're in. Remember our objective is to get Newman. Everything else is secondary.

Remember the Maine! Get Newman!

Get damn Newman!

Get Newman, and his little dog, too!

What's all this damn racket! Who the hell are you people? ... Don't you touch me, you little bastard!

Yes, sir.

Get me some vodka you little twerp!

Yes sir.

I think Santa's going to be just fine.

Crows, it's time.


Caw!


Who told you we had an anti-matter weapon?

Caw!