my guest house

I've found you a new headquarters, o master.
yes? I told you I want it to be discreet.
it's almost invisible, lord.
the humans won't notice we're in there?
they'll pay us no mind, lord. they are so clueless.
well, how do we get it?
we have to lease it from the landlord.
who is that?
some guy named ba'al, master. a real asshole.
ba'al? strange name for a human.
he owns property, as well as a used car business in some place called new jersey.
whatever. how much does he want?
$25,000.00 US per month, lord.
what? that's highway robbery!
I think so too. we threatened to kill him, but. . .
but what?
he laughed. he says he's a god.
what an irritating race, these humans are.
good tasting, though, eh?
their only worthwhile attribute, far as I'm concerned.
he wants cash, by the way.
figures.