Lucie consulted a tarot reader to discover

Lucie consulted a tarot reader to discover why she couldn't add to stories on FS. The crone turned over 'The Hanged Man' "Afore the waning of the next moon, exorcise your ipad

of the accursed cookie blight." The crone crooned craftily. "I know a mad scientist who can help. She gave Lucie a.k.a. lucielucie a card. "Dr. Slim, cures all manor of app angst."

Dr. Oz rolled his flabbergasted eyes. He'd heard this snake oil shuffle before. Christ, he'd invented it. It was time to show this Dr. Slim how to really sell some pointless diet p

ills. He grabbed a bottle off the nearby shelf and stepped into the light, raising his eyes slowly to take in the crowd before him. Dr. Oz cleared his throat and started speaking.

"Why are you all here? What are you expecting from me?" - and he starting agitating the bottle into the air. The crowd seemed confused. Was he doing

"We want you! Come to us! We need you!"

Lucifer softened as he watched his Satanic babies chortle in deep booming voices. He shook his head. He couldn't stay - Daddy had to make a living and provide for the little devils

he'd stand on a street corner, pretending to look lost. This lured in the most pure of heart, the kind, charitable people...the souls Lucifer desired most. London's West End was

foggy and grim that night.Almost too perfect...Lucifer finished his fish an chips and went on his way feeling benevolent.He would have to call his shrink.