Mother nature walked through the corridors, a slight clack from her blue flats. "Oh Satan!" She called in a sing song voice. "What?" She kept her smile in tact, disregarding the hostile tone her friend carried. "Oh, now. Don't be a grumpy grump! I just came to visit you. You know what I always say. '"There can never be too much Satan.'""
Satan looked at her and rolled her ('his' wtf ever stfu) eyes. "That's the lamest and yet most endearing thing you've said in a long time. But still lame. Christ. Wait, fUCK." Mother nature giggled in response. "Really now. You're so tense and...angry. You need to let loose a bit." 
"Oh yes, because it's totally easy to let loose when these fuckers try to kill you, but you're Satan and they're just meaningless souls stuck in the pits of hell, left for you to torture. Though their screams ARE good remedies for stress sometimes." 
MN's face fell into a dead pan. "Right, well. What're you up to?" 
"The usual. Some innocent sent to the wrong place, with a shit ton of paperwork to fill out. That way this fucker can get to heaven." Mother Nature glanced over to see a girl, shaking in her chair a bit and looking at the floor. "The poor dear, goodness! Is she okay?" 
"A little trauma. The screams and all. Y'know." Mother Nature walked over to her. "Dear? Come here. Don't you worry about blasted things, let Mother Nature give you a soothing hug and all will go well." She wrapped her thin arms around the girl and pat her back a bit. "Are you almost done at least?" 
"Yeah, yeah. I am." She signed one last line and then snapped her fingers, the girl and papers disappearing. "Thank you Sanny!" 
"No. That nickname is horrible. Stahp." 
"Was that playfullness I heard in your voice?" She snorted a bit. 
"Wha- Hm. No. Not at all." 
"Yes it was!" she smiles at her, walking over with her hands behind her back. "Admit it! You like that nickname." 
"No, I don't. I was just trying to fit into your stupid happy bubble." 
"Oh well. 
Mather Nature gave her a hug. 

Le fin.