The credit card... again.
Mammon: Hello Lucifer, my all time favorite brother!
Lucifer: Hm? Something smells fishy here... what do you want?
Mammon: You're so mean! I just wanted to praise you for your perfect speech!
Lucifer: Oh? You mean the one I held two days ago? How come you praise me now?
Mammon: You know, I felt like I didn't appreciate you enough...
Lucifer: Okay, fine. Thanks. You can go now.
Lucifer: Hah... come on, spill it already!
Mammon: Can I get my credit card back? Pleeeeaaaaase!
Mammon: Oh, come on! You didn't even think about it!
Lucifer: I told you, you just have to find it and it's yours again.
Mammon: I searched everywhere in this goddamn house!
Lucifer: (shrugs) Maybe you're just too stupid to find it after all.
Mammon: ARGH! What the hell is wrong with you?!
Satan: What is going on? Mammon stepped out of your room looking like he's gonna explode...
Lucifer: He still doesn't find his credit card.
Satan: Well. I'm sure, you hid it very well this time.
Satan: ... Wait! You didn't just put it in the freezer again, did you?
Lucifer: (smirks) Maybe...