We're Getting the Band Back Together

We're Getting the Band Back Together

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Satan is the obnoxious corporate manager of Hell's job assignment team, and his only job is to annoy his employees, all of which are serving their time for the bad things they had done. However, he is feeling nostalgic about his old band, "Satan and the Seven Sins," and has mixed feelings of reuniting. Can he find a way to convince the other seven ex members to rejoin the band?
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