Just to clarify, Mickey is a stout, well built guy. He has raven black hair and dark grey blue eyes, and a decent clothing style. Now back to the story.
As Mickey pulled up, Andrew flinched at a sudden hand forced into his back.
Andrew quickly jumped up, and his wings appeared keeping him afloat.
"The hell? Old man Richard? Why are you out here punching me?"
"Because you're a bitch!"
Then the old man's wings almost mechanically sprouted from his back. Just as he went to fly up to Andrew, Mickey grabbed the man's shoulders
and planted him.
"Old man Richy, why you callin' my boy here the b word? What sinister thing did Drew here do to you?"
"He stole the keys to my car!"
"Oh, really? Ey, Andrew did you actually do such a crime to this poor old man?" Mickey snickered as he inquired.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. I thought they were your daughter's keys, Mr. O'hare."
"Why would a tramp like you mess with my daughter? Huh?"
"I was hoping that she'd come looking for me. Then we would talk, connect, and if I dare say do what you and your wife haven't done since the 70's!"
After a gasp from the old man and about a trillion laughs from Mickey, the man angrily scampered off.
"You're funny as hell! No joke intended," Mickey winked as they got into the car, "Also, do you actually wanna do Jenny O'hare?!"
"Hell no! She's as ugly as my-"
Suddenly Mickey slammed onto the brakes.
"Ah, shit."
"Wh-what just happened?!" Andrew almost screamed.
"Some little troublemaker came flyin' it's ass into the road."
"Fricking rascal.."
You see, in Hell you can't die; but you can get hurt. Pain in Hell is actually about 5x worse than here on earth, though demons do have slightly better pain tolerances than us. There are some spirits too, and their pain tolerance is the same as ours. Oof.
"So, uh, where was it you was goin' again?"
"The library was where I wanted to go. Honestly now I just feel like scrunching into a ball and crapping my pants."
"So you wants to go to the nerd's castle?" Mickey snorted.
"Not funny, Mr. Mickey Mouse." Andrew hissed.
"You is a bitch. Old man Richy does have it right, but I'll still take you there."
"You better, or your face will be as round and flat as Mickey Mouse's."
"Can you shut your fat face now? I drive better in peace and quiet, Drew."
"I'll have to consult with my tongue, throat, tonsils, and esophagus to see. I'll get back to you in a few minutes."
"Yeah, you do that. I'll try my best to not run into another wild one."