“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Lucifer.”
“Lucifer who?”
“Oh you are so funny. Lucifer the black sheep.”
“Hey! What brings you here?”
“I’m bored.”
“How are you coping with the light?”
“Shades. You like them.”
“Yeah. Very ooka long bang bang.”
“Where’s your son?”
“Out back I think. You want me to call him?”
“No thanks. Just enquiring.”
“So why are you bored?”
“I think I’m going through a mid-death crisis.”
“It happens to the best of us you know. Remember the ark?”
“When the rains first came?”
“Off day.”
“You get that.”
“Amen.”
“Whatever.”
“So what have you been up to?”
“Oh the usual; roaming the earth and going back and forth on it; back and forth; back and forth.
“Have you been reading the book?”
“Audio streaming.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“That’s not the term I’d use; believe me.”
“Believe you? Now there’s a challenge.”
“I’ll ignore that. So what are you up to?”
“The usual. Creating stuff.”
“Sounds boring.”
“You should try it.”
“I’d rather be crutching sheep.”
“So I’ve heard. And how is that working for you?”
“Better the devil you know.”