On a world main-highway, zigzagged the devil comes walking and he sings his drunken song while he merrily claps his scaly hands. Yes, he speaks boisterously to himself and laughs wantonly for his own joke, before he unexpectedly falls down in the middle of the road, totally drunk. A bishop comes to his aid, quickly walking towards him while the flaps of his jacket comically flappers behind him in the wind. He bends over the devil, surprized he gasps for air and before he can stop himself, he has leaked the identity of the devil as the pope.

A priest hastily comes to slap the mouth of the bishop shut, yes before more hard facts can escape from his tongue. A Protestant doctor-preacher also comes hastily and with a bit of flavoursome juice he begins to revive the devil softly but lovingly by slapping him on his goatee-bearded cheeks.

The devil then quickly comes back to consciousness and while he smacks his lips for more abomination-wine he begins to rudely rebuff all the church officials around him. Yes he says: Catholic as well as Protestant, intellectually they are very shallow because for centuries their entire religion-idea has been my own big joke. Step-by-step, with a few exceptions, the entire mankind was prepared as one herd animal by me, Satan, for my satanic world citizenship. The devil laughs onward in his already joyful drunkenness while he says: But look, then I got bored and I drank exceedingly of the whore of Babylon’s well-fermented grape juice and so the truth from the mouth of a drunken devil is leaked before the last phase of my thoroughly worked-out plan. Yes, Providence Himself allowed this so that those who still want to escape can escape my evil plan.

The devil now stumbles upright while he zigzags onward on the world highway. He sings his drunken song and it goes like this: Who besides the chosen ones can escape from me, therefore I don’t care at all that my plan was leaked, because mankind in its entire being is in any case too weak and slack to sidestep me, the devil, in any way.