Andrew had awoken in a different world, except he wasn't Andrew. He looked at his hands, and the rest of his body, and they were covered in blue flames. He didn't care. He started to giggle, and the giggle grew into a laugh. That laugh turned into evil, maniacal laughter that would send a chill down the bones of a normal human. He stared at the chainsaw wielding girl for a second, "who needs a queen when you're Satan?" He laughed again before settling down again.