God phoned down to Hell to check up on things.

G: How's it going, Satan?

S: Excellent.

G: Excellent? That can't be right.

S: Since you sent that plumber it's just great down here. He's fixed the radiators so we can control the heat; he rigged up an air conditioner so we can cool off; he got the pump going in the ventilation shaft so we've got sweet air again, and he unblocked the drainage so all the toilets are working.

G: A plumber? I would never send a plumber. A plumber is the LAST person I'd send. It has to be an administrative cock-up. You have to return him.

S: No way.

G: Then I'll sue.

S: Oh yeah? Where are YOU gonna get a lawyer?

biddum! chuuuuuurrrrr...