As fantastic as it would be, I merely own a copy of Good Omens, but I feel entitled to writing this because of Terry Pratchett's enthusiastic endorsement of the imagination. Also because it's a funny idea. Now go, read.
Crowley grinned to himself as he thought about his latest idea. It was practically perfect in every way- humans thought it was fantastic- they thought it was good for them! They wasted hours playing with it every day, and the frustration it created tarnished tens of thousands of souls every minute! This was going to earn him a commendation for sure. It was at least as good (bad) an idea as designing the M25 London orbital motorway in the shape of an odegra* had been.
This, though, this was pure evil. Beautiful, pure evil.
And from the looks of it, the Internet was going to stick around for a while.
*"the sigil odegra in the language of the Black Priesthood of Ancient Mu means "Hail the Great Beast, Devourer of Worlds."" (Good Omens 13)
Pratchett, Terry, and Neil Gaiman. Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. New York: HarperCollins, 1990. Print.