The devil hauled them down the stairs and flung them to the ground next to Captain Moogreet.

"Well, well, well," Zyvax the Intergalactic Destroyer of Worlds said as he peered at them through his immense flaming red eyes. "What have we here? How did you find your way inside my fortress?"

"You left the front door unlocked," Max said as he stood up and dusted himself off. "You really should be more careful. Anyone could just wander in here. Nice cheery place you've got here, by the way. I really love what you've done with the decor."

"Why have you come here?" Zyvax the Intergalactic Destroyer of Worlds asked. "What business could you have with one such as I, when clearly your slow, interminably painful doom is about to befall you?"

"Actually we're religious fanatics going door to door trying to convert people," Max said. "You ever heard of the god Dennis? He's the almighty god of good ear hygiene. Now some people say we're a bit of a fringe religion, but really it's important to take good care of ear cleanliness. Simply attending three prayer meetings a week at the church of Dennis will guarantee you'll never have to buy a pack of q-tips ever again."

"Interesting," the giant demon said. "Now explain to me how you managed to find your way here while traveling from door to door when this fortress is currently flying through interstellar space?"

"We travel in a very fast spaceship," Max said. "You should see the specs on this baby. She can travel from zero to light speed in under ten seconds."

"Enough," Zyvax the Intergalactic Destroyer of Worlds said. "This was vaguely amusing at first, but now my patience grows thin. You insignificant little dust motes can be most tiresome. Perhaps you could still entertain me though. I think I shall peel off all your skin and watch you eat it."

"Is that really necessary?" Zeke asked. "You could always just let us go. As you say, we're less than nothing to one so great and powerful such as yourself. We're so far beneath your notice, that it really shouldn't matter to you one way or another whether we live or die."

"Ah, but watching things die pleases me immensely," Zyvax the Intergalactic Destroyer of Worlds said. "Especially when they die slowly. I do so enjoy the suffering of lowly creatures. It warms my blackened heart."

"Is it just me, or do people with power kind of become dicks?" Zeke asked Max. "Between this guy and that King Grover freak, I'm starting to think political rebellion needs to be a more common thing."

"I agree," Captain Moogreet said.

"Perhaps it would be fun to watch the three of you battle each other to the death," Zyvax the Intergalactic Destroyer of Worlds said. "I shall provide you with dull knives with which you can hack at each other."

"I think not," Max said. "This has been a real blast and all, but I've got a bachelor party to throw, so I'm afraid I can't stick around.  Also, I believe this gentleman over here has something that belongs to me." He walked over to the white demon, reached into its robe, and removed his flask. "All righty then. What do you guys say we blow this taco stand?"

"Sounds like a plan to me," Zeke said.

Max pulled the crumpled up door out of his pocket and stretched it out so it was big enough for them to walk through. "Catch you on the flip side, suckers," he called out as he walked through it followed by Zeke and Captain Moogreet.

The door vanished into thin air leaving the demons staring at each other.

"Was that one of our doors they just used?" Zyvax the Intergalactic Destroyer of Worlds asked.

"Yes, great and powerful Lord and Master," the white demon said. "I believe that it was."

"Good. Analyze the after burn vapors and see where they went."

"Right away, oh Lord and Master," the white demon said as he bowed.

"I still hunger. Where is that idiot with my human youngling? I also desire entertainment. Somebody bring me a puppy dog, so I can strangle it and watch the light fade from its eyes."

"Your wish is our command," several devils said as they bowed and left the room to fulfill their Master's wishes.