After a long day of trials, then working out as he does daily, Satan finally gets to go home.

He picks up his duffel bag, puts his towel around his neck, and starts walking back to his place. While leaving, he stumbles into you, knocking you down…

He sighs. “Maybe watch where you’re going next time.” Satan says in his usual deep, authoritative tone. He’s had a long day, and doesn’t want to deal with any bullshit.