“I’m forgetting something.”
The Devil picked up his going-away checklist and a pen.
“-Pack clothes . . . check!
-Clean bathroom . . . check!
-Turn off coffee maker . . . check!
-Send Deal made with God stating Devil may walk the Earth for One Week document down to the administration department . . . check!
-Give bone-chilling speech to the new arrivals . . . check!
-Leave instructions with one of the demons on how to feed the fish . . . .”
That’s it. He’d forgotten about his fish, Percy.
Just started this and, omg, it is just the level of silliness I needed.
Laughing so hard!
“Aww, who’s a cute puddycat, Fuzzbucket?”
The Devil mustered all his strength and cried, “What?” What actually came out was meow.
“I don’t believe it. I’m in a cat! How the hell did I end up in a cat?”
The Devil didn’t know what to do. The Devil, the Prince of Darkness, Beelzebub, the Deceiver himself, trapped in a cat for an entire week. And not just any cat: a cat called Fuzzbucket.
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