Carl walks down the street, wearing his post office outfit, with his bag full of mail slung over his shoulder. A grin on his face and a bounce in his step, he makes his way down the street.
    "Ah, Mrs. Witherspoon. You love getting your mail, dontcha?" Carl says to himself, then puts her mail in the box. He moves on.
    "Uh oh, Mrs. Sills still getting mail from Old Man Lechmond, eh? Naughty girl!" He puts her mail in the box and moves on. He looks at the next envelope and is stopped dead in his tracks. The envelope is addressed to: Beelzebub, 666 Hades. Ln, The Underworld, and it is being sent by "The Dark Prince." Carl's eyes roll back into his head.
    "Great." he says. "I hate delivering mail to Satan."
 

THE END