[ WP ] The exemplars of good and evil casually go to a private lounge ; appearing as suited men , and drink scotch and simply talk .

Man 1: Really a tiki bar? 
 
 Man 2: What? I thought it would be a nice change, get some sun. 
 
 Man 1: Now I look like a moron wearing a suit here. 
 
 Man 2: Just relax, release that gloominess and allow the intimated island air absorb your stress. 
 
 Man 1: I know why you called me here and the answer is still no. 
 
 Man 2: But your campaign is pointless, the human heart can survive every storm you throw at it. Why fight when we can work together for the betterment of society? 
 
 Man 1: Human emotion is powerless to fear, I can move mountains, swirl blizzards, rain fire, flood valleys. Regardless of what you can do, nature always wins. 
 
 Man 2: one can persuade a man to take off his coat easier with warm sunlight than cold winds. I can look down into the soul of every person and see their desires, hopes, and dreams. While you shout at them with your bitterness, I whisper into their ears, convincing them of what they truly need. Face it, you're wrong about humanity. 
 
 Man 1: I have watched humanity for the millennium and I know what they are capable of. No matter how much you coo and coddle them, once they are stripped to the bare and clinging to survival, the results are always the same. Humans are good. Even when instincts demanded them to look out for their own interest, they still sacrifice for others. Even when the darkness shows no light, they still believe in hope, in kindness, that everything works out for the better. 
 
 Man 2: Why do you insist on liking those insects, they hate you. I have watch countless civilizations rise and fall and I can tell you that hope, kindness, and whatever quickly evaporates with good fortune. I put gold in the earth and watch the stupid humans kill and murder for it, still they praise me. I let dictators rise and slaughter thousands, still they praise me. I created gambling, greed, and envy, still they praise me. I prolong the suffering of the sick and miserable and they call it a miracle. While they look to avoid you, while they curse your name, I am loved and worshiped and prayed for. Children even spend all day picking moronic four leaf clovers just to get a whiff of me. 
 
 Man 1: I think we are done here. 
 
 And so Death and Luck parted ways.
