I Told Satan To, Essentially, Go To Hell
I was in my bed, minding my own business when Satan suddenly appears before me. He looks angry and I can tell that he’s about to say something.
“You’re a loser,” he says. “You’re pathetic and weak. You’ll never amount to anything.”
I just stare at him, not knowing what to say. I’m not even sure why he’s here.
“You’re nothing but a coward,” he continues. “You’re scared of everything and you’ll never amount to anything.”
I still don’t say anything, I just sit there staring at him. I’m starting to get angry now too.
“Why don’t you just give up?” he finally says. “There’s no point in living if you’re just going to be a coward.”
That’s it, I’ve had enough. I jump out of bed and punch him right in the face. He falls to the ground, stunned.
“Get out of my house!” I yell at him. “And don’t ever come back!”
He slunked back to hell where he can rule over Godless disspirited remnants of soul debris.
