Satan stares intently at the computer screen. "C'mon, peoples. I know you're out there. Comment!"
"They're probably too busy with Santa stuff, Boss," Dave tells him helpfully, as he hangs his stocking over the fireplace.
"Since when did 'Ho, Ho, Ho' replace 'Muwahahahaha?'" Satan snarled as he slammed down the lid of the laptop.
"Probably since 'ho, ho, ho' comes with presents," Dave continues helpfully, and gets the *present* of a box on the ear from Satan. He sighs. He asked Santa for a lump of coal and a lighter. Contrary to popular belief, there are cold days in Hell. Sometimes Satan would send demons with whom he was displeased to an arctic waste deep in the depths of the most forbidding corner of Hell. It was so cold it burned the lungs and one could feel nostril hairs bristling and breaking off in the nose. Dave hoped the coal and lighter would help if he ever got sent there again.
Of course, he'd also asked Santa for a shameful secret gift: a harp.
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You know, I love Dave and all. But he's really not very bright.
What are you saying? Dave's sensitive.
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