Devil May Cry A Lot
Satan was in the emo-corner sobbing softly to himself.
Daimond entered the throne room and wondered why Master was in the corner crying like a baby.
"Lord Satan. May I inquire as to why you are not seated on your throne, and instead are over in the far recesses of the room crying like a baby?"
Sniff! Satan had to wipe away some of the snot dribbling down his humongous beak of a nose before he could speak.
His sleeve was now soaked with mucus.
"Ulquiorra, er, I mean Daimond, my nose, it won't stop growing.
It's like I am Pinnochio or something.
With every lie I tell, it just keeps growing larger.
As you can see, it barely fits in this room!" Satan's hand swept across the room to accentuate just how large his honker really was.
"Lord may I be so bold as to make a request?" Daimond asked whilst walking over to hand Satan his hanky. It had the powerpuff girls on it...
Satan blew his nose rather loudly, it actually frightened Daimond and he jumped.
"Go right ahead, I'm open to suggestions." *sniff*
"I believe the humans are now able to alter their faces and bodies with a thing called 'plastic surgery'
Maybe this will make it reduce in size enough for the next few decades and you will be handsome once more as well as fit through a door easily."
Satan looked up hopefully.
"Yesssssssss! That's it Daimond! Make me an appointment right away!
As soon as demonly possible!
My face will be normal once again!
Maybe then I will actually be able to get a woman again as well!"
Daimond smiled, he knew this is just what his Lord needed.
A trip to the human world it is.