Bedazzled Page #2
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Silly old me.
Cor blimey!
I left my hankie at Wimpy's.
Don't rush away, Mr. Moon.
You're a nutcase.
You're a bleedin' nutcase.
They said the same of Jesus
Christ, Freud and Galileo.
They said it of a lot
of nutcases too.
You're not as stupid as you
look, are you, Mr. Moon?
What can I do to convince
you that I'm the devil?
Supposing I granted you your
dearest wish here and now?
What about that girl at Wimpy's?
Margaret Spencer?
Yes.
How do you know about her?
And how do you know
so much about me...
where my socks are and
who my grandfather was?
I told you.
I've been taking an interest in you.
Look, well, supposing I, um...
gave you a trial wish.
No obligation on your part.
Just to get acquainted.
world you really desire?
Margaret Spen...
Aside from Margaret Spencer.
We'll save her till later, when
you sign. Anything else?
Um... a Frobisher and Gleason
raspberry-flavored ice lolly.
Very well, Mr. Moon.
Conclusively to prove that
a Frobisher and Gleason
raspberry-flavored ice lolly...
shall be yours...
in a trice.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Oh, um, have you got sixpence?
I've only got a million-pound note.
- Thank you.
- Ta.
Convinced?
Do me a favor.
I could have done that myself.
I thought you were
gonna conjure it up.
You're just like all the rest, aren't you?
No proof is good enough.
I want a miracle.
A rain of toads or something.
Wine into water?
Stick into serpent?
space at the speed of light?
How about you checking in to the nearest
loony bin for a few weeks' holiday?
O ye of little faith, Moon.
You're not wearing nylon
underwear, are you?
Why?
It disintegrates at high speeds.
Prepare yourself.
The magic words:
I.B.J.Here, my ice lolly's melted.
You really must be the devil.
Incarnate. How do you do?
Oh. How do you do?
Where are we? Is this hell?
Just my London headquarters.
That's not your name, is it?
George Spiggott?
Come on in. It's one of my many
earthly pseudoplumes, or nom de nyms.
I thought you were called Lucifer.
I know. The Bringer of the
Light, it used to be.
Sounded a bit pouffy to me.
name too, you know.
He used to be called the Word.
Yeah."ln the beginning was the Word."
"And the Word was God."
Was there just a word
I suppose so.
I wasn't there.
What's it mean,"the Word"?
What does"Stanley Moon" mean?
Evening, Anger.
It's all right, Anger.
He's with me.
Come in, Mr. Moon.
I'd like you to meet Anger.
He works for me.
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