Satan: Yo, He-Man. I'm on my way back up top!
He-Man: I'll get the door. Just a second.
Skeletor: Wait a minute... you let f'n SATAN into your castle?
He-Man: Why, sure. He, unlike you, asked politely to move back and forth from the dresser to the carpet.
Satan: You catch more flies with honey and all that.
Satan: Are you still going to have your poker game on Friday?
He-Man: Sure, we got an empty seat too if you want to bring a friend.
Satan: I wonder if Ryoko's doing anything that night…
He-Man: Give it up, man, she's obsessed with that loser, she's not going to date you.
Satan: I can always hope, can't I?
Later, at the corner of Jabroni Drive.
Skeletor: Hmm... No one has arrived yet. Could it be that the Prince of Darkness would lie to me? Or worse... could it be that Hacksaw Jim Duggan is actually the help he was suggesting? Ewww...
Hacksaw: ~snort~ tough guy... ~snore~ HOOOO!
Skeletor: Hmm. I give up. Obviously I've been had. I just hope Satan doesn't put me on some mailing list. Well, back to Snake Mountain for now.