The devil looks like a completely disheveled middle aged man. Wearing a too large tweed suit rumpled in odd places like he just rolled out of bed. Curled up under his arms in front of him is a briefcase that appears to be broken with papers spilling out all over. He just barely reaches the defense side table in time to drop the briefcase and prevent the contents from spilling all over.
"Am I late?" he calls out.
The judge, looking slightly perturbed at the man, asks, "And you are?"
"Satan, Lord of Darkness, " said Satan.
He straightened is horn rimmed glasses and made a vain attempt to brush his tussled hair. Eagerly Satan walked up to the judge to shake his hand, who didn't extend his hand. Satan withdrew his hand awkwardly, then looked over at the plaintiff.
"That's him!" said Satan.
A court officer cut in saying, "This is Dudley Tweedle, the plaintiff, the court was just actually making an assessment to decide whether or not to allow the case to proceed."
The judge cut in, waving his hand and said, "We don't have time for these practical jokes."
Dudley, a tiny man suddenly saw and recognized Satan and pointed at Satan and shouted, "He promised to make me invisible he did!"
Satan shouted back, "You never stated the terms of how you wanted to be invisible. I fulfilled the contract."
"You made a contract?" asked the judge.
"Yes sir," said Satan.
Immediately Satan started riffling through the piles of papers he spilled, trying to separate them. It seemed like an insurmountable mess but the devil managed to quickly find the contract and produced it for the judge.
"Here we go, one soul for services rendered," said Satan.
The judge put on his reading glasses and expertly read over the contract as he had years of legalize to quickly summarize any document.
"You promised Mr. Tweedle the power to go unnoticed?" asked the judge.
"He promised invisibility!" said Dudley.
"I never said that," said Satan.
"It was implied," said Dudley.
Satan turned back towards the judge and explained.
"I granted Mr. Tweedle to go about where ever he pleased unnoticed," said Satan, "Which is precisely what he requested. Mr. Tweedle as I'm sure you have gathered is a somewhat unremarkable man that people pay little attention to anyway, I just sort tweaked that a little."
The judge looked up from his reading glasses and said, "Tweaked?"
"Yes, now where ever Mr. Tweedle goes people ignore him."
"And this is supposed to be some kind of super power?" asked the judge.
Satan looked around a little and asked, "Can you see where Mr. Tweedle is right now?"
"I don't know and I don't care," said the judge.
"You see? It's working!" said Satan.
Suddenly Mr. Tweedle's voice made him appear as though he just sprung out of thin air as he lamented, "He's ignoring me. People have always been ignoring me."
"You should be used to it by now," said Satan.
"Mister Satan- !" exclaimed the judge.
"I don't know what he's complaining about," said Satan, "He could walk right into the shower room of an NFL cheerleader team and they won't even now he's there."
The judge banged his gavel and shouted, "Mister Satan!"
Satan immediately quieted down and said, "My friends call me Stan."
"Mister Satan we haven't entered proceedings yet. We are trying to determine the plaintiff is mentally sufficient to make a case so we can allow the case to proceed."
"Oh, uh," said Satan, looking deflated, "That's a bit tricky. This is a contract for his soul, you need someone that can look into his soul and see if it's fit to make a contract. Only a seraphim can do that, you don't want to call one of them down here. They're pretty scary, they'll likely wreck the building just by showing up."
A pretty blond woman jumped in between the judge and Satan shouting 'Hi!" Scaring the devil to the point where he staggered back from the judge's bench and clutched his heart. The woman was wearing a smart light tan suit with a bright red scarf over her blouse. Among all the people the judge had to deal with that day, she was the only one who appeared to be on the ball.
"And you are?"
The blond quickly handed the judge a business card and explained;
"Doctor Florence Miranda, court appointed psychologist, I'm here to do an assessment on Mr. Tweedle."
Satan straightened his jacket and spoke to the pretty woman, "Florence? Is that what you call yourself these days?"
Dr. Florence looked over at Satan and asked, "Don't you ever comb your hair anymore?"
Florence quickly produced a comb from her jacket and handed it to Satan, who tried his best to straighten out the mess on his head. Curiously, Florence looked around the courtroom and could not find where Mr. Tweedle was sitting.
"Invisibility again?" asked Florence.
"It's a winner," said Satan, still combing his hair.
Suddenly Mr. Tweedle spoke up, lamenting about being ignored. It wasn't as though he was really invisible, he was just sitting in a spot the Florence didn't bother to look. Florence walked up to Tweedle and started asking him questions. Gently she placed her hands on his head and peered into his eyes, as though giving him an examination. She removed a pen light from her jacket pocket and pointed it into Tweedle's eye. After a few moments the put away her pen light and addressed the judge.
"Your honour, on preliminary examination Mr Tweedle is not mentally fit to make court proceedings at this time," said Dr. Florence.
Satan started to smile and handed Dr. Florence her comb back.
"Keep it, " she said.
"What about the validity of the contract?" Mr. Tweedle shouted.
"Any contract Mr. Tweedle entered in this condition would have to be ruled as invalid," said Doctor Florence.
The papers Satan left on the plaintiffs' table suddenly burst into flames. The one contract paper sitting on the judge's bench instantly disappeared in a flash of smoke, not even leaving ashes behind. Satan clumsily grabbed a pitcher of water and poured it over his papers.
"I want to appeal that!" said Satan as he tried to shuffled his wet ruined papers back into a broken briefcase.
"That's not my problem," said the judge and he banged his gavel. "Dismissed, clean that mess up and get out of my courtroom."