Opening Scene:

(We open on the opulent, yet chaotic, living room of Satan's palace. Baphomet statues glower, lava lamps bubble menacingly, and impish servants scurry about, visibly stressed. Satan, a tall, muscular demon with red skin and impressive horns, is pacing furiously, phone clutched in his hand. He's wearing an expensive, but slightly askew, silk robe.)

SATAN:(Roaring into the phone) What do you MEAN the infernal karaoke machine is out of bubblegum pop?! That's the ONLY thing that calms my soul! I paid good souls for that cursed contraption! Find me another! And make it snappy before I unleash a plague of existential dread upon your entire bloodline! YES, I'M HANGING UP ON YOU AGAIN!

(Satan slams the phone onto a plush, velvet cushion, which immediately smolders. He lets out a frustrated growl that echoes throughout the room.)

SERVANT IMP (Trembling):A-apologies, your Infernal Majesty! We are searching for a new karaoke system. The supply is... erratic.

SATAN:Erratic?! My rage is erratic! This is an outrage! I need SOMETHING! NOW! Perhaps a screaming match with a mortal? Yes! Where's my soul-siphoning teleporter!?

(Suddenly, a shimmering, rainbow portal opens in the center of the room. A figure emerges, floating gently down. This is Mars, a tall figure with long, flowing blonde hair, wearing a simple, earth-toned tunic, and adorned with flower crowns. He carries a small, potted succulent.)

MARS:(In a calm, mellow voice) Whoa, hey there, friend! This is, like, a pretty heavy scene you've got goin' on here.

(Satan stares at Mars, dumbfounded. The Servant Imps freeze, equally bewildered.)

SATAN:(Slowly) Who… who in the infernal abyss are YOU? And why are you dripping rainbows on my persian rug?

MARS:(Smiling serenely) I am Mars, man. I dig peace, I dig understanding, and I especially dig the vibes of this… uh… intense… place.

SATAN:(Eyes narrowed) You're not from around here, are you? And by not from around here, I mean you're clearly not a suffering soul. Or a demon. Are you… a celestial?

MARS:(Chuckling lightly) Celestial, earth-estial, we're all part of the universe, man. I'm here to share a little patience. Feel the flow, dude!

(Mars holds out the potted succulent.)

MARS:This little guy gets it. Just takes in the sun, doesn't get all worked up. You could learn a thing or two.

SATAN:(Scoffs) Patience? I am Satan! I am the embodiment of wrath, the architect of torment! Patience is for… well, it's for losers who don't have the power to manifest their desires through sheer, unadulterated rage!

MARS:Whoa there, buddy. That's a lot of intense energy. You gotta let it breathe, like a good lava lamp. Maybe try some deep breaths. In with the good vibes, out with the… uh… demonic frustration.

(Mars demonstrates a deep breath, closing his eyes. Satan watches him with mounting irritation.)

SATAN:Deep breaths?! Are you mocking me?! I'll have you know, my frustration fuels the very flames of this realm! It is my very essence!

MARS:(Opening his eyes, still calm) Sounds like a lot of… baggage, man. You know, holding onto all that anger? It's, like, a real downer. Maybe you should try letting it go. Like a dandelion seed in the wind.

SATAN:(Exploding) I WILL NOT LET ANYTHING GO! I AM THE MASTER OF THIS REALM! AND I WANT MY KARAOKE MACHINE! AND SOME GUM! AND POSSIBLY THE TORTURED SOULS OF THOSE WHO HAVE WRONGED ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?

MARS:(Calmly) Wow, you're really… loud. Like, screaming into a cosmic echo chamber. Maybe try using your inside voice.

(Mars takes out a small, handmade flute and begins to play a soothing, albeit slightly off-key, melody. Satan's eye twitches.)

SATAN:(His voice dropping to a dangerous growl) Is this… some sort of… celestial therapy? Because I assure you, I do not require… therapy. Nor do I require your ridiculous flute.

MARS:(Smiling) It's just a little gentle flow, man. You could try… harmonizing?

(Mars holds the flute out to Satan, who stares at it as if it's a venomous snake.)

SATAN:(Slamming his fist on a nearby table, causing it to crumble) I WILL NOT HARMONIZE! I WILL CONQUER! AND I WILL HAVE MY GUM-FLAVORED KARAOKE! NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, YOU FLOWER-POWERED IMBECILE!

MARS:(Shrugging) Alright, man, no need to get all… explosive. I just came to share a little peace. But hey, you do you. Just try not to, like, burn everything down, okay?

(Mars floats back into the rainbow portal, which closes with a soft "pop." Satan stares at the spot where Mars was, completely bewildered. The Servant Imps are still frozen in place.)

SATAN:(To the imps, voice trembling with barely restrained rage) Did… did you see that? Was that… real?

SERVANT IMP (Stammering):Y-yes, your Infernal Majesty. He… he offered you a plant.

SATAN:(His face contorts into a mixture of rage and utter disbelief) A PLANT?! IN MY PALACE?! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! FIND ME MY KARAOKE MACHINE! AND A LOT, AND I MEAN A LOT, OF VERY SHARP, VERY POINTY OBJECTS! SOMEONE IS GOING TO PAY FOR THIS! AND IT IS NOT GOING TO BE ME!

(Satan roars again, and the scene fades to black. The final shot is the potted succulent Mars left behind, which begins to glow faintly in the darkness.)

(End Scene)