Crowd of demons: Tell him! Tell the boss! It’s brilliant!
Satan: Tell the boss what?
Crowd of demons: Tell him, Johnson! Tell him your amazing idea!
Satan: Well, I haven’t got all day. Let’s hear it, Johnson. What’s this allegedly great idea of yours?
Johnson: Well… I was just thinking… I…
Satan: Spit it out!
Johnson: Well, I…
Satan: Now!
Johnson: (nervously) It’s…. It’s… “Self-care.”
*silence*
Crowd of demons: (nervous anticipation)
Satan: Where do you work, Johnson?
Johnson: Th-th-the mail room, sir.
Satan: Not anymore. Now you’re a crown prince, my boy. Get this genius a ring and a goblet of wine!
Crowd of demons: Hurray! Hurray for Johnson’s brilliant idea!
Finis
