Me: “Demon, I need to use my computer. Get off.”
Demon: “You got two others, use one of them.”
Me: “The magic word was MY. Now off with you.”
Demon: “Fine. Fine.”
Me: [sitting down at the computer] “Demon, what were you doing? Why do I have a screen full of explicit, illicit words on my computer?”
Demon: “Emailing.”
Me: “I’m afraid to ask but… Who?”
Demon: “Spammers. All those who spam mail me, I email them back.”
Me: “WHY?”
Demon: “I feel like, if they can harass me, I have every right to harass them back.”
Me: “Just ignore them.”
Demon: “Nah, this is too much fun. I can do yours, too, if you’d like since you’ve been receiving more junk mail than normal.”
Me: “No, I’m good. My junk mail filter is working fi- Why do I see Angel’s email address under your junk mail folder?”
Demon: “I haven’t a clue of what you’re talking about.”
Angel: “Demon! Stop sending me this vulgar trash!”
Demon: “Oh. Well. Look at the time. See ya!”
RBH
Angel vs. Demon 