Playing the sick card one more day.
I'm bored.
Not really. I'm just unmotivated.
And unapologetic, too. Nyah!
MIL called yesterday to see how I was feeling. And I'm actually feeling much better. I can't decide if I believe she called of her own volition because she actually cares, or if it was at the behest of FIL, calling to see if I sounded sick enough for him to buy my bogus tale. I suppose both could actually be true.
FIL would probably give Satan tips on how to run shit more efficiently down there.
Sigh.
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I don't know if you'd call them "tips", exactly. He'd likely just berate Satan, telling him all the things he's doing wrong, but not really give effective means of fixing it.
"Look at all those people writhing in agony all over the place. No control at all. And all the wailing and gnashing of teeth... can't you keep your people quiet? If I was in charge I'd tell them all to just sit down and shut up."
Satan would be curled up in a fetal position snivelling and sucking his thumb.
He'd probably try to institute Japanese Quality Circles.
"See how much faster it is to ridicule your lesser demons if you have a TEAM of people to do it? You can cram in...what, 50 demoralisations an hour? C'MON...! THAT'S progress!"
I bet talking to 'em made you feel a lot sicker throughout the conversation, so you weren't actually lying.
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