The two unclean spirits, while having enjoyed the

show, had a few scripts of their own, and so wanted to rehearse, switch roles, and in general, just have alittle bad dirty fun, but simply watching hank push around his bot, was all the two reprobated spirits were able to do.  And so, this instance - there were others before, and there'd be after - of not being able to play in their territory.  But that was the thing, devils who couldn't cut it in places like detroit or istanbul, sure made a big roar in fly-over places, like po-dunkville pennsylvania.  

But they knew the drill:  the human and the bot were currently occupied by dagon-wannabe and his flavor-of-th-week, isis-wannabe.  The two, who could only watch, both laughed - if either the real dagon or isis even came within a thousand miles, which wasn't going to happen...seriously, why would either waste their growing-short time?  Anyway, but if they did, woah, the two wannabes would sorely regret it.  Youch!

A day or so later:

"Haah!" the one laughed, "ya godda hand it to AI's masterful preprogramming."  Below them, the robot had recently made another "misstep."  Just a bit earlier, rov had interrupted its owner, while he had been brown nosing up to a potential client - one who had been a dinner guest.  The guest had, after dessert, departed - likely, with the account; btw, that having nothing to do with rov.   Didn't matter...just hank being hank.  "HHAAH!" yuk dripped from the devil's maw, "bot's gonna get it now."  The two Lake-bound spirits hooted while exchanging various lewd gestures.