Partytime.., Part 4: Pellet then switched his thoughts back to finding a host.

Having no body to have some fun in, that was fine and dandy for Ggaawww's goody-two-shoes crew, Pellet snorted as hs continued his search.  He flew over the Jew's Ha-ha-hholy temple, and had briefly considered taking up residence in one of the junior sadducees; despite their moralistic pontifications, which got old, quick, atleast those guys were fool enough to only believe in the here and now.  The added bonus was:  they ate to live, not the other way around.

Just as Pellet was about to move in...yep, ToeJam had beat him to the punch. Crap!  Oh, just as well, Pellet headed away from the building, those guys' group-think was especially boring.  One of them, was going on about the evils of gambling.  Hhmmph, the old prude...nothing wrong with betting on the ponies, as long as the kid had shoes on his feet.

He flew over the shopping district.  "Oooll, nice fabric!"  He exclaimed...and almost collided with, YIKES, Gabriel.  Seriously, Pellet scoffed waay under his breathe, that self-important toady was on his way to supervise the guarding of a what?  A freaking dead body.  Pellet rolled his eyes.  

Well, this looks interesting, Pellet paused before, what appeared to be a fashionable residence.  Therein, was some fun and games to be had...but, on second thought, that particular brothel was noted for drawing in some real weirdos - namely, several of the demons who had accosted Pellet.  Not going there.