Al Davis Signs Satan As Oakland Raiders' General Manager

RRRRRRiiinnggggggg, RRRRRRRiiiiinnggggg, RRRRRRiiiNNGGGGG "Hello, Hells Hotline, this is Gladys, how can I direct your call?" "Hello Gladys, it's Al Davis, I need to speak to Lu, it's urgent" "Sure Mr. Davis. I will get Mr. Satan on the line for you. Will we be seeing you soon?", she cups the phone and giggles, winking at the little orange and green demon to her left, reorganizing the Da-Do files, "It is a very busy time of the year, but I'm sure we could make you uncomfortable." This is followed by an excruciating noise that Gladys thought emanated from the very depths of her employer but soon realized it was coming out of the other end of the phone she was on "HHHHHHHIiiiiiiiiiSSSSSSSSS,HELL NO GLADYS!!!" cough, hack, shiver, "Not until we've won the Big One again" gaaaaasssp "The Big One Sir??? Do you mean the Super Bowl,sir?", she asks incredulously. Cough, wheeeeze, toot, "C'mon Gladys, you've seen what I'm doing....of course not, I'm talking about the ... (link)