When There's No More Room In Hell Part 3

Previously on When There's No More Room In Hell

(RING, RING)

SATAN: Hello?

GOD: MY SON ON A POPSICLE STICK! There are dead people wandering the earth!

SATAN: I'm sorry, who is this?

GOD: Quit screwing around. All Hell has broken loose.

SATAN: Oh so now you want to take this seriously.

GOD: What happened to that interior designer I sent your way?

SATAN: Have you ever actually talked to that guy? He's a little bitch. He kept on shush-ing me so I turned his skin inside out and then pulled off his limbs like he was a daddy long legs.

GOD: So what are we going to do?

SATAN: What's this WE shit? Hell has come out of the basement and I couldn't be happier.

GOD: Well what about me? How can I SAVE a dead zombie? I don't want their kind up here.

SATAN: Their "Kind"? See this is how it all started. You're such an elitist. Why don't you loosen the purse strings a little. I mean, it's alright if people listen to Black Sabbath and watch the show Dexter. That doesn't have to mean they worship me.

GOD: Okay, let's talk about you. Maybe if you weren't so lenient, we wouldn't have had this problem. I mean, what are the qualifications for Hell? Breathing?

SATAN: Keep gabbing. Meanwhile you're "followers" are having their eyeballs sucked from their heads.

GOD: Okay, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to go all 40 Days/40 Nights on this and clean up everything.

SATAN: And?

GOD: And I won't be so strict next time around.

SATAN: And?

GOD: And what?

SATAN: And how about giving me some more space? I've always liked Detroit. You know, Motown.

GOD: That Hell hole? Oh... I get it. Alright.

SATAN: Nice doing business with you.

GOD: Whatever. Let's try not to do this again. At least until there's a remake.