September 19, 2012

The pleasant loan officer, after a full and satisfying day of denying loans, glided effortlessly through the water, completing his usual 20 laps in what must have been record time. He climbed from the pool, admiring his own torso with a discreet smile. Displaying a twinkle in his eye and a broad, friendly grin, he accepted the offered towel from the lackey.

“Thanks, Jimmy, you’re a prince,” he said to the bowing lackey. “You can go ahead and get back to roasting in the fires of Hell now.”

The lackey sank with a scream into the pit.

Sprouting tail and horns, the pleasant loan officer trotted off to bed, whistling his favorite Gounod tune.

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