Satan was in his room, completing some work. As he continued with his task, he was starting to become more stressed and overworked. Because of the work, he also began to grow more irritated with his surroundings. As he groaned in slight annoyance, he heard a knock coming from his door.

"What do you need? I'm quite busy right now.."

He didn't bother looking up at his work, focusing all of his attention on it. His tone sounded particularly rude but he was only stressed and didn't mean to.