I mentioned a while ago that one of the VPs in our company is "The Devil". Not because of his horrible deeds, rather, he buried us alive in 9 packs of Oreos. As my coworker, Dancer, and I were bemoaning cookie evil, we'd just said, "I can't believe VP gave us these. VP's the Devil" when he walked into the room.
"Did you hear you're the Devil?" I called out?
Well, the joke has continued from there. We've had discussions with him about whether the creative department people should be known as 'minions' or 'dark angels'.
I came back (from getting my hair cut and colored) to my coworkers calling out as I passed,
"The Devil stopped by to talk to you."
"Beelzebub asked you to call him."
I gave him a call,
"It's OTRgirl. I heard I was wanted On Low".
"What? Are you calling me Low?" he tossed back.
"Well, as opposed to On High. Someone said Beelzebub called."
He laughed, "I was stopping by to tell you one of our clients was praising you. But, then, I guess if you made her happy, that would be a bad thing. You've failed in your mission, Minion!"