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Oh Hell!
Honey, The Devil is Here to See You!
It’s all my wife’s fault!
Jack got an alert on his cell phone that someone was approaching the house. Then he heard the loud knock.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
“I’ll get it!” Jack called to his wife, Deloris, who was “powdering her nose” in the upstairs bathroom of their charming two-story suburban home, complete with a white picket fence in the front yard.
Jack looked through the door’s peephole. A well-dressed man with piercing eyes smiled back at him. He was holding a package. Are those horns on his head? Jack wondered.
“Did you order anything from Massive Mart, sweetie?” Jack raised his voice to ensure his wife could hear him.
“No, not that I remember,” she called back.
Jack opened the door cautiously. The visitor standing before him truly had fiery red horns protruding from his head, and a haze of acrid smoke wafted around him, stinging Jack’s nostrils. He wore a red tie and a crisp white shirt that perfectly matched his well-tailored dark suit. A button on his jacket read, “Best Boss.”
“Hi, I’m the Devil,” he said, extending his hand to shake Jack’s. “Sorry for being late. I’ve been overwhelmed. What did your wife want to summon me for? Does she need…