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1. (You will understand if you know me personally)
I sigh unlocking the door to my apartment. Long day of school, and all I wanted to do was lay in my bed and fall asleep.
However, when I looked up from the floor my eyes instantly caught onto a figure sitting on the couch.
It was Ryu, chugging down a Pepsi...
"WHAT THE HELL! DUDE! GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT!"
"YOU SUMMONED ME LAST NIGHT WHEN YOU WERE DRUNK SO SHUT UP!"
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2.
I ran over to my house and flung open the door. What I expected to see was one of my friends looking through the fridge or maybe a robber.
"Hey. You're back." I look over to my living room to see none other than Satan himself.
There was a small silence. "So... do you want to order pizza? Kill some people you don't like?" He awkwardly said. "Come on kid there has to be a reason you summoned me."
"Um... sorry to break it too you sir, but I was drunk when I summoned you." I scratched the back of my neck hoping he wouldn't set the house on fire out of rage.
Unexpectedly he started laughing. "THAT HAS TO BE THE DUMBEST REASON I'VE EVER BEEN SUMMONED!" He then turned rather serious. "But in order for me to go back to the underworld I need to complete at least one task for you."
"Um... make me a sandwich?" I shrugged saying the first thing that came to mind.
He then went into the kitchen and fixed up a sandwich and handed it to me.
As I looked at it, it wasn't a sandwich... the bread wasn't bread it was two kitchen sponges. The contents of the sandwich was uncooked noodles and a raw egg yolk. "Satan this isn't a sandwich."
And so it began a year if teaching satan how to make sandwiches. All because I summoned him when I was drunk.
