I walloped the little Devil hard in his stomach. He fell back onto the porch with his mouth hanging open, saliva drooling all over his mask.

I said, "Kid, here's something you should know. You should know that I'm not a guy that takes any crap. Not from anybody, especially Satan. You should know that I'm still on earth because I prayed longer than some demons who didn't want me that way."

Beelzebub was scared all right, but he tried to bluff me. He said, "Huh? All's I said was 'trick or treat.' Whad'ja do that for, Mr. Dobson?"

He started to cry when I pulled out my cross and smacked him in the cabeza with it. He said, "Omigod!" under his breath and grabbed his noggin. I raised the cross until he was looking straight into the eyes of Jesus.

"Dare me again, Satan..."