The devil in Mr. Jones

No job too big or too small.

Public relations? What is this?

Collector of souls?

Oh, I know, you're a minister, right?

You're selling Bibles, encyclopedias.

Oh, of course, you're a Jehovah Witness.

Just the opposite.

I work for the lower order.

The devil?

Yeah, right.

Even if you were the devil, I'm not selling my soul for no pot of gold, so you could just...

That's what makes our job so hard. Bad press.

Nothing but bad press.

Ever since time began.

Time began?

You're not trying to say that you're the Adam from the Garden of Eden?

Yeah.

Well, if that's the case, where's Eve?

Eve? I haven't seen Eve in years.

Ever since we had to move from the old neighborhood.

But enough about me.

Let's get back to your problem.

It seems like you're, uh...

At the end of your rope.

It's very funny.

That's better.

Now, what exactly is your problem?

Maybe I can help.

Just you. All you have to say is "up dick".

Yeah, up dick and up it comes.

Up it comes.

Whenever I want.

Whenever you want.

As often as I want.

As often as you want.

Really? Okay, prove it, Mr. Smart Guy.

Okay, let's see. I'd like you to meet my dick. Here.

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