“No witty fucking catchphrases, pal?” Jesus asked.
“Not today,” Luke said.
Rory took a fencing stance. His right arm extended like Sock Puppet Satan
was a blade. Luke mirrored the position.
The two men bounced back and forth. The puppets nipped at each other like
two chihuahuas at a dog park. Both men kept their distance from the
flaming hole in the center of the room.
“You fucking suck,” Jesus said, nipping at the devil.
“You’re just mad because people like me more,” the devil said, returning
the nip.