A Percival

“You aren't supposed to be able to see what's stuck in the other driver's teeth as they scream in panic when you cut them off, Az!" Gabe chastised, and Beel thought his voice might still have been wavering a bit. "And that light was not orange! It was red! There are no orange lights!" Az swung open his door, still chuckling. "Yellow and red make orange, and it was totally halfway between the two.”
― Shannon Mae, A Beginner’s Guide to the Care and Feeding of Demons