Thank Satan for his stupid long legs, it makes traversing sand slightly easier, even if he's very much not made for this kind of terrain. If he could change his shape, he'd get rid of limbs altogether and slither along, but that's not exactly an option, so he'll just have to keep walking.

Also: Donna is his new favourite person.

"Fucking — thank you." He gestures at her in a way that's meant to indicate like, appreciation for her actually getting it. "Well, I thought we were unionizing. Except it was a bit more like a hostile take over and it was a whole... thing. Never trust the boss's favorite, I'll tell you that for free, 'cause it turns out they're usually just as much of a dickhead."

This might be the weirdest summary of the war between Heaven and Hell that anyone has ever given.