He's going to pop a stitch if he keeps laughing like this - Alastor clutches at his chest, willing himself to gradually calm. Oh, hoh hoh, that is going to be a treasured memory.

He's still clutching his chest as he summons his mic again, walking off of the stuffed gator and underneath the trapped angel. He's almost breathless when he finally speaks, "Truly, you are the master class of the anti-climax. Why, I haven't had a good gut-busting laugh in ages! I'm falling apart at the seams, hahah!"

Not just metaphorically, but details. With a tap of his mic stand, tentacles emerged from the swampy mud and wrapped around Lucifer, detangling him from the trees and bringing him back down to earth.