Satan: Well, look who it is. Had some sort of depressive fit of late?

Tom: Maybe. I don't know. I tell you this though- the thought of going to work tomorrow to pay my elecricity bill and a part of a credit card bill seems like the biggest fucking con in the world, and I'm the mark.

Satan: Can't take this shit much longer, eh?

Tom: Nope. But as the man said, "I would do anything for love..."

Satan: I hate that song.

Tom: Me too. But that's the only reason I'm here.

Satan: Sounds like you're making the most of the situation.

Tom: Oh fuck you. I joined a really cool band and it fuckin broke up. Nothing to do with me. I look around a little bit and nothing interests me. I'm going to finish recording my Squid single and play in the subway. That's about all I want to do musically at this point.

Satan: Great. You fascinate me.

Tom: Dude, I just cleaned the whole fuckin apartment, I'm sorry I'm too tired to entertain you...

Satan: Go to sleep.

Tom: I am asleep.