“Good morning,” said God. “Hey, good morning,” said The Devil, refilling the coffee machine with water. “Coffee?” “Yeah, thanks,” The machine grumbled. When it was done, the Devil handed the full cup over to God, who took a small sip and quickly pulled backs his lips. “You always make it too hot,” He said with his typical devilish smile. Both of them chuckled. They walked out to the hallway, then into the conference room, sat down, stared at their phones for a bit and sipped.