Me: hello, satan, how's _life_?
satan: Good.
Me: Unlike you, I am sure. I heard your days are not so great. In Truth, sometimes it _sucks_ against you.
satan:...
Me: what's wrong? _life_ _force_s you to feel _drained_?
satan: and yet here you are judging over chi.
Me: Of course; I always judge evil actions to be lesser, hence why I judge tae-kwan-do to be inferior to tae-kwon-do, and never the person who was deluded enough to take it.
satan: for the record, I hate you.
Me: Aww, I hate you too, seeing as how...you're not human and do not have God's Grace, nor His forgiveness.
satan: shut up!
Me: Ooh, I hit a nerve! Which one is that, satan? your shouting and hollering in pain is a great indicator of what I should be doing.
satan: you little...
Me: _O_h, _snap_, a double _punch_line!
satan: *extreme frustration*
Me: satan, it is icy and below freezing around here, why are you so _heated_? your blood _pressure_ might pop like an overinflated egotistical balloon.
satan: *redacted* you!
Me: Uh oh, the prince of darkness ran out of logic and skill so soon! you used to be tougher than this, what happened?
satan:...
Me: hahaha! this was all you could do: a whole lot of nothing! Hahaha!
