I have no idea why this came to me last night while I was trying to go to sleep, but it did:
scene: A late-night talk show hosted by a non-descript white guy with nice hair and perfect teeth.
Host: Everyone, please put your hands together for the Prince of Darkness himself, Satan!!
A short man with a pasted down combover enters the stage wearing a red smoking jacket, a black ascot and boxer shorts. His hair is black, and his skin is pale and slighty sweaty through the makeup. He sits.
Satan: Thanks for having on your show, Chuck.
Chuck: It’s out pleasure completely, Mr. Satan. How have you been? I hear you’ve been busy in the Holy Land.
Satan: Oh please, Mr. Satan is so formal. I’ve decided it’s time to become hip and keep up with the times, so from now on, please call me S’tan. If we can have JLo, JCap and P. Diddy, why no S’tan? It has a ring to it, like I’ve heard it before. I love it. Or, if you prefer, you can use my new rap name, P. Dark.
Chuck: You heard it hear first tonight from my guest, the Great S’tan.
Like I said… no idea. Just happened.