[ WP ] You 've been banished to hell . However , burning in a fiery blaze is not your punishment . It 's washing the dishes . For eternity .

`` You're done,'' Lucifer parroted back at Bob flatly. 
 
 
 `` Yes, sir'' he said as he took off his adjustable cap and ran a hand through his hair to alleviate the heat briefly. This was always a part of Bob's work ethic: No clocking out until you had the manager check your station. Bob was a hard worker with a good attitude and a Pandora station set to 80's pop music. What he loved most about the job prevailed over everything else about it. In the dish-pit, good ol' Bob-o was practically invisible. 
 
 Lucifer was in a fair mood that day, having gotten a good night's sleep the night before. He grinned, looking at the cockroach before him through the top of his reading glasses. `` Well, let's go check it out then, shall we?'' He grumbled in a sweetly sadistic way. *This ought to be good for a laugh, * The Morning Star mused. 
 
 They walked down the hallway from the office, making small-talk. It turned out Bob was actually quite amiable, a true, hard working, salt of the earth kind of guy. This was not commonplace of the inhabitants of Hell Inc. After all, these people were here for a reason. To put things mildly, people were here for all sorts of things one is not allowed to post in, let's say, a Reddit writing prompt. They were truly some of the world's most unsavory of characters. 
 
 As they rounded the corner to dish, Lucifer looked around him. An eternity's worth of dishes sat on the dish rack. The dish washing machine had been taken apart, cleaned, and put back together. He had to remove his glasses and rub his eyes, just to make sure he was actually seeing all of this. Not only were the counters washed, sanitized, and wiped dry; even the *baseboards* were bleached! 
 
 `` According to my records, it's only been 3 years. There was an *eternity's* worth of dishes...'' Lucifer looked onto Bob with surprise and a bit of suspicion. 
 
 `` 3 years? Man, time must fly. It only felt like twelve hours,'' Bob said with complete sincerity and genuine surprise. `` So, if I may clock out, how do I do so?'' 
 
 Defeated, Lucifer smiled warmly at Bob. `` Just write down your sin in life on this dossier.'' He handed Bob a pen and steadied the dossier in his hands. Bob took all of three seconds to write and then told Lucifer to have a nice day. Then, he was gone. Lucifer shrugged and then looked down to see what Bob had written. 
 
 *'' Heard someone sneeze. Did n't bless them. `` *
