Gotta love when the Jehovah’s Witnesses come through my line at work, handing out their little cards and saying that my talents are best used for the Lord’s Work.
Honey, I listen to the devil’s music.
I’m from the school of thought that tells me to laugh and shout at the devil, not scream “Back, back to where you came from you foul abomination!” while slinging holy water and frantically waving a cross.