
The evil spirit tried to convince Saint Anthony that his were an equal opportunity plagues. "We have something for everyone, even the little fellows," he bragged. The holy hermit was unimpressed

Falls were a demonic specialty. "I usually save these up for people in their old age," smiled the satin-tongued spirit. "Falling down into our place, can be a lot like ultimate snowboarding."

Just thinking about his prostate and the schemes of his tempter made the holy monk nervous.
"Don't worry your little tonsured head," assured the dark spirit, "we carefully field-researched this test on camels at our clinic in Gomorrah."

Although his heel spurs hurt like the dickens, Saint Anthony (considering what the demon had been coming up with) thought that hurting feet were on the minor side of plaques.
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