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Even though Mugsy had been taken by the Devil and she was in Hell, she wasn’t too worried about it.
She had marbles to keep her happy, while the Devil tried (and failed) to break her spirit.
“How would your dear brother feel if he knew your secret? Do you think he would despise you-“
“He already knows,” Mugsy cut him off, still not taking her eyes off the marbles.
“….rats. Well…. Oh! What would your dear old kettle-“
“Already knows.”
The Devil tries to think of someone, anyone else.
“What would your friends think of-“
“They know.”
“Oh, come on!” Devil cried. “There has to be someone who doesn’t know!”
Mugsy stopped. “Well….”
At this, Devil grinned. “Yes?”
“There IS one last person I haven’t told.”
“Oh? And who might that be?” This was finally something he could use.
“You.”
Or not.
“I- what do you mean!? I KNEW!”
“You knew because Henchman told you, not me, so technically you WERE the last person I had to tell but now you know, so everyone knows.”
Mugsy beamed and went back to her marbles.
The Devil raged.
He needed to find something else.
In the observation room, he could see Henchman practicing his hula dancing.
Time was running out, and Devil now needed a new tactic if he wanted to win this bet.