[ WP ] `` Ahh ! ... Not again ! '' You exclaimed in desperation as you 've been , yet again , summoned from the pits of Hell by a high-schooler to help them with their homework

`` Ben you swore to me that last time was the last time!'' 
 
 `` Chill out dude. You're immortal are n't you? It's not like i'm wasting your time.'' 
 
 `` You do n't get to decide that. I have a job you know.'' 
 
 `` You have jobs in hell?'' Ben swiveled in his chair and looked up at the mighty demon before him. `` I guess that makes sense.'' He pointed to the open book sitting on his bed. `` Well I have that and I say your job..'' he span back to his desk and planted his finger in his history book ``... is to help me with this.'' 
 
 Of all the kids to get their hand on the necronomicon it had to be this little asshole thought the demon. He pulled a tiny wooden chair over to the desk and sat down. His giant, red, muscular body nearly crushed it but somehow the little chair stood strong. `` Just make it quick.'' he muttered. 
 
 `` Okay so we're learning about the Civil War and i'm having a hard time figuring out what exactly is going on wi-'' 
 
 `` Woah woah woah slow down. This is history?'' 
 
 `` Well yeah'' Ben said `` Some of us are good at math and some of us are good at history. I'm neither, but I'm probably gon na get a different demon for math because to be honest you're a little abrasive.'' 
 
 `` You should get a new one now. I ca n't help you with this stuff.'' 
 
 `` Well why not!?'' 
 
 The demon put his hands up defensively. `` History was n't my field. I do n't know the stuff.'' 
 
 `` Well what do you do then?'' 
 
 `` Oh, I'm a lawyer.'' 
 

