Tom: I climbed a hill today and sat in the clouds.

Satan: That's nice.

Tom: I have that scary/exhilarating feeling of freedom, total freedom, like I know my place as a tiny little speck in the universe but I have my will and as such I set plans into motion and now those plans are coming to fruition and once again I'm going off on an adventure to somewhere I've never been before and I'm not really just a piece of shit office grunt...

Satan: Wow. Go easy there tiger, you're foaming at the mouth.

Tom: It feels... healthy.