Talk:Devil/@comment-24862435-20170121153801/@comment-31472325-20170320135738

 Well, that does it...it's time to make one last deal with the Al-Qaeda. I call the present leader of the Al-Qaeda Ayman al-Zawahiri and discuss plans. Osama has been taken out so making deals with him is off the table. After our discussion, I go to sleep and dream about how it will all play out.

 I've been waiting with my newly acquired "friends" for her arrival. "Are you all ready? Abdul Qadir, Jafar, Nazeem, Abudah, Ahvaz, Aznar, Ansaar?" They all reply "Na'am" in unison. Just then the Devil quietly opens the door and tiptoes over to my empty bed. I appear behind her. "You shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry but my black, shriveled excuse of a soul is going to stay where it is." I pull out a Glock 17 and point it at the Devil. "I'm going to lead this country to greatness and my ego is gonna be HUGE!" Nazeem closes the door to my room as all my men pop out ready to attack. "ALLAHU AKBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!"

 I sit back in my lounge chair and enjoy the view (if Trump wants a lounge chair at a beach he gets a lounge chair). We're all having a good time. The Devils red and blue remains must be cleaned up to avoid suspicion but that doesn't matter right now. What DOES matter is my pleasure. Aznar playfully splashes Ansaar while l have my Anubis harem girls tend to me and my every need. (Salil Sawarim for teh lulz.)