You know how it is. You wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, and then BAM! Suzy your receptionist is foaming at the mouth and blabbing about the joys of Satan. So, you do what any human in your situation would: call a priest. One exorcism and several hours later, your on your way home, get back to your door, and WAM! a pink eviction notice. "But why?" You ask to yourself, "I've paid all my bills on time for the last 30 years, and was all caught up this month. What right do they have to do this to me?" One word, my friend: Karma.
Think about it: you've just moved in to a brand new home. You're starting to finally get unpacked, figuring out the plumbing, meeting your neighbor, and then VAVOOM! Some fat guy is holding a cross over you and saying, "The power of Christ compels you." I mean, what the heck? What's a demon to do? Obviously, getting revenge on the nimrod who called the priest (I apologize for bad demonic language.) Now, anyone giving out a mortgage in this day and age is obviously in league with you know who, so obviously it's not that hard to mess the guy up. After all, do unto others after they do unto you, right?
But, seriously people, it's not that hard if you really stop to think about it. I mean, who knows, it might be kind of fun to have a demonic alter ego who will reap the souls of your foes. Also, why would you ever want to evict someone? Especially someone keeping up on their bills. I mean, they're still feeding the body, and once they figure out the plumbing/ other things I'm sure they'll become a model citizen. They might even be able to become something useful to society; like a lawyer, toy maker, infomercial guy, or 4 Kids TV executive (for reference, watch Yugioh the Abridged Series, [recent episodes].) Anywho, next time you go to your kids pre-school to find Mrs. Frizzle contorting herself into a pretzel while summoning demons, instead of calling the priest, you might want to explain to her civility and the amazing things called tendons and orthopedics.
