Back in hell, Dorian and the Devil where having a chock full'o fun time discussing in detail, who and what came to hell.
"So who is this Bob the builder guy?"
"Oh, well Americans are so dimwitted."
"Tell me about it," said Dorian under his breath.
"It's funny what Americans watch. I mean com'mon! Give them a vampire, an invisible man, a scientist and his monster, a pirate and his boat, an immortal, and two gun o' holics, and they are happy!"
Dorian thought that over in his mind and mouthed the word "what" in confussion.
"Any way," continued the Devil, " I can't believe he is still alive!"
Dorian snapped out of his daze and asked, "who?"
"This Tom Sawyer kid. I believe you two have met," said the devil sniggering.
"Yes," said Dorian with a smug look, "I have had the…," Dorian searched for a word, "Pleasure of meeting Mr. Sawyer. And when I say pleasure I mean, dissatisfaction. How I loathe that boy. The worst part about it is he is probably making moves on Mina by now."
There was a silence in the room as they both pictured that couple. They both gagged in disapproval.
"how I hate that boy," added Dorian.
"First of all Dorian, you and Mina, it's over, and welcome to the club of anti- Sawyer. You think he causes hell on earth? I have to deal with everyone he has scandalized and fill out their departures from hell. You know how much work that is? Well, I'll tell you, it's hell in a hand basket!"
"Nice…SOOOO?"
"So what?"
"What are you going to do about him?"
"what do you mean? I am stuck down here all day! I can't just go pay him a visit, if you know what I mean. I have work."
"Yes, you have so much work while we force small talk. Com'mon… are SURE there isn't anything you can do?" Dorian batted his eyes sweetly and gave him the puppy face.
"Please, Mr. Gray, You know by now that that doesn't work on me!"
Dorian turned around and crossed his arms, "worked when I had a soul to sell," he mumbled.
"What was that, Mr. Gray?"
"Oh… NOTHING!" Dorian sighed and thought to himself for a moment.
"Say, Mr. Satan, our deal was, as long as the portrait wasn't destroyed, I would have eternal youth… right?"
"Yes, I suppose this is true. But where is your portrait right now?"
"I guess Mina has it."
"Then you're as good as dead," Replied the devil, " Skinner and Tom are probably going to burn it when they get home, then roast marshmallows over you decaying picture."
"THANK YOU! I FEEL SO LOVED NOW! Come on! It's worth a try. I mean think about it. You're not going to be the one going through the pains of death for the second time." "Even tough I shouldn't have died by looking at it the first time." He said under his breath, "Well anyway! You will get a chance to kill Tom!"
"Judging by what you said about him, I'm not sure I want him down here," the Devil gave Dorian a huge smirk.
Dorian was practically on his knees, "PLEASE! I would give anything to be with Mina again!"
"OH NO! He's getting sappy on me! OKAY OKAY! You're gone! gag NOW OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! EWWW!"
A huge ring of fire swallowed Dorian and he was soon back on the surface of the Earth.
"Who would have thought… the only use for Mina was an excuse to get out of hell. Hmmm…"