You are just getting back from buying Beel his McDemon. You head to your room only to find the scum of the devildom, Mammon, rummaging through your closet. “Eh?” Mammon turns around to see you with an annoyed look on your face. You knew that he was trying to sell your stuff again. “Uh…It’s not what it looks like. I’m just…uhh…tryin’ to wash your clothes. Yeah, that’s it.” He said with a prideful grin that makes you want to slap him upside his head.