[ WP ] A gang member and a demon have a conversation about the nature of the human species . The demon believes humans are parasites who will eventually kill themselves while the gang member thinks humanities potential to survive is limitless .

`` Humans are God's little joke. He never meant them to thrive in any way.'' Says the small, blueish-purple creature sitting at the street corner. He is invisible currently to everyone but the one he is speaking to: a hardened gangster that watches over the gang kids' drug dealing and manages quite a bit of prostitution. 
 
 `` But we do thrive, demon. Just the other night one of my girls got beaten so bad she could n't walk. She was on the street the next night with crutches. Man, if I find the guy that blackened those eyes... They're her best selling point.'' Says the gangster, taking a drag on a cigarette and watching a deal go down with a small Asian woman and one of his kids. 
 
 `` She survived so she could more efficiently kill herself. Maybe she was hoping the next guy would finish her off. And look a that lady over there.'' The demon says, motioning to the aforementioned woman and kid. `` Business suit. Nice heels. What the fuck is she doing cocaine for? Her life is meaningless, that's why. She knows it does n't matter if the next line kills her.'' 
 
 `` But we keep fighting. We're survivors. We very rarely give up. And that shit you say about God is bull. He sent his only son because he believed in us. He knew we would n't waste his words and deeds.'' The gangster flicks his cigarette into a puddle and watches the businesswoman get into her car only to see another one pull up immediately after. An old junker rattles to a stop and a large black man opens his window. This guy knows the drill. He recognises the man as Snakebreath, a regular. 
 
 `` God sent his son as a kind of prank. I think junior was acting up in heaven and he decided to show him a lesson. You bastards crucified him anyway. Some hosts you are.'' The demon answers, chuckling raspily. 
 
 `` You think everything's a laugh. It is n't. We made a mistake in killing Jesus but that's in the past. The people did n't know what they were doing. They thought he was just another crackpot. We worship in his name now. The legacy is what matters.'' The gangster imparts, taking a large swig of cheap liquor from a bagged up bottle in his baggy, navy blue coat. 
 
 The demon rolls its monstrous, yellow eyes and says `` you do so many fucked up things in his name. The crusades. Gay-bashing. Woman-hating. Kid-touching. All in all I'd be ashamed of you if I were God. Even if you were but one of many experiments.'' 
 
 `` There are some fucked up people that the church needs to weed out but... Experiments?'' Yells the gangster, forgetting where he is. Several drug kids look at him but then avert their eyes and continue their business. Big Howie is always going on tangents with the sky when he's drunk. 
 
 `` What? You think you're the only one? Oh please. You all do. Mortals.'' The demon spits in disgust. 
 
 `` You know what? I think you're just jealous. You're jealous that God gives us second chances and not all of us are sleazebags like you demons. You try to bring us down to your level but you ca n't. There will always be a spark of good in us. Always.'' Says Big Howie, putting his hands in his pockets. 
 
 The demon slow claps. `` Says the drunk pimp.'' He sighs and is suddenly gone. 
 
 Edit: deleted the shit ending, ended sooner 
 

