[Text works just fine and dandy, but he's a creature of habits. Old habits. Besides, his claws make it a bit difficult.]

[When the audio picks up, the voice on the other side is rough. Rough and gravely, like stones churning to dust in a vat. Greed hums.] Another Hell. There's a few people from there. Not sure if it's the same one you're talking about, though.

[He drums his finger on the phone, making his nail clck-a-clck-clck atop the plastic.] Zero, then. The name's Greed.

Why don't you tell me more about this Hell of yours?