Lucifer: Status report on the North American continent.

Grimly: Well, some powerful so-called Christians are making sure the poor never receive any help.

Lucifer: So, situation normal, all Sataned up. Nice job.

Grimly: There are a few who still seem to like…Him. What should we do?

Lucifer: Ignore them, their efforts are futile.

Grimly: Hey, Pox! Where’s the big boss?

Pox: Monthly poker game with his old man.

Grimly: Yeah? How many souls are at stake?

Pox: Just some poor farmer.

Grimly: That never goes well.

Asmodeus: Grimly!
Grimly: Yeah, boss?
Asmodeus: I hear you coaxed a toddler into yanking a cat’s tail today.
Grimly: Yeah, just doing my job.
Asmodeus: Did you bother to check what kind of cat it was?
Grimly: Sure, it was a just a typical orange tabby. What’s the problem?
Asmodeus: It was a witch’s familiar, you idiot.
Grimly: It wasn’t a black cat!
Asmodeus: Witches don’t care about that stuff anymore. How are you gonna make this right?
Grimly: ...
Asmodeus: I’ve already had to grant her a personal favor, but you’re going to need to personally apologize…to the cat.
Grimly: Demons don’t apologize.
Asmodeus: You do now. Report back when you’re done, and make it convincing, or you can spend the next long portion of eternity in the 9th circle.
Grimly: Yes, boss.