Another Devil

"What are you doing?" the priest asked the painter. "I'm painting the devil on the wall. Can't you see?" the painter answered. "Why would you do that?" the priest asked confused. "Well, it's just something I like to do." the painter answered and shrug his shoulders. The painter stopped his work and just stood there and looked at it with the priest. "But I told you not to. Or at least I didn't tell you to paint the devil." the priest said and looked at the painter reproachfully. "Well, I guess I just can't help myself!" the painter said and threw his hands in the air while grinning. A little splash of red paint landed on the priest's nose. The priest wiped it off with his thumb. "Now why would you do that?" the priest complained. "Also, a little thing I like to do sometimes, I guess." the painter teased. "Well, you can paint something else over it, thank you very much." the priest said and was about to turn around and leave the painter with his final instruction, when the painter sighed and said: "So another devil it is."