Gary Bunda:
T-shirts are I, Chief. You're really gonna like this. Okay, "Keep Calm and Party Hole On." And then you got this. "It's a Party Hole Thang. You wouldn't understand." Could make it exclusive. And, oh, look, we got this here. Team-building exercise at one of these, uh, "Get Me the Heck Out Of Here" rooms. This is Auschwitz-themed. You're invited, and I think it would mean a lot to all the team to see you there. We're gonna do a bunch of puzzles, we're gonna eat nachos, we're gonna fight off a bunch of kids and --
[Satan crumbles the paper and throws it at Gary to shut him up]
Satan:
You're not going anywhere. This whole Party Hole thing was a dumb idea. I'm shutting it down.
Gary Bunda:
Well, ye-- Hold it. Hold on a second! Please let me do this. My whole team -- They've worked so hard --
Satan:
Gary, this wack-a-pack group of left-behinds is not a "team", and you're not a manager. This entire operation had netted me to the sum total of zero souls.
Gary Bunda:
Oh, yeah? Well, what do you call this? [shows him a ghost sock]
Satan:
I don't know.
Gary Bunda:
It's a ghost sock. This is like 1/20 of a soul. We're getting very close.
Satan:
Listen, guys, burn all the T-shirts, alright? I am shutting it down.
Gary Bunda:
Can not do this to me. Look, alright, like, just give me a shot.
Satan:
I'm gonna give you one week, understand? That's it. And then I'm gonna start plugging all your party holes. You understand?
Gary Bunda:
No.
Satan:
The party hole that's in the back.
Gary Bunda:
Oh. You're gonna f*** me in the ass.
