Carl walks down the street, talking on his cell phone to his girlfriend. "Yeah baby, that'll be just fine. Sure, I like wine. Well, that's good too. I love you too. Huh? Oh, alright. Tell him I say hi. Call me right back? I love you too."
    Carl hang up the phone, and is about to put it in his pocket, when it immediately rings. A smile crosses his face, and he answers the phone.
    "Baby, that was quick!"
    "Carl, this is God." is the reply, delivered by a deep voice coming from his cell phone. Carl is a bit skeptical, so he looks at the number it was dialed from. It reads 666. Carl furrows his brow in confusion, then places the phone back up to his ear.
    "Uh, God..." Carl began. "Isn't 666 the mark of the devil?"
    "No." is his reply.
    "No, God, I'm pretty sure that it is. Seriously."
    The voice then spoke again. "Carl, I shall prove myself to you. See that delicious candy shop on your right?"
    Carl looks to his right, and sure enough, a candy store is right there. "Wow, God, you were right. That was impressive!"
    "Carl, go inside that delicious candy store. Bliss awaits you!"
    "Okay." Carl said, and turned right to enter the candy store. He walks through the entrance, but is disappointed to find no candy, or any other sugary treats. Instead, he finds a cold, dark room, full or red-eyed gargoyles. Confused, Carl talks back into his phone.
    "God, are you still there? I think you accidentally sent me to the wrong-"
    Carl's question is cut short by the sounds of deep, throaty laughter coming from his phone. A look of realization crosses Carl's face, and he looks at the phone, angry.
    "Damn you, Satan!"
 
 

THE END