^ nice, it's skit time again I see. I like skits.
(Jake is in bed asleep.)
DEMON: Psst. Jake. Jaaaaaaaaakeeeeeee.....
JAKE (stirs awake): Mommy? Is that you?
DEMON: No, Jake, it's not "Mommy".

JAKE: Santa??
DEMON: No, stupid!
JAKE: Then I'm not interested. I'm busy right now. I was in the middle of the most wonderful dream... Angry Klingons were killing a bunch of innocent civilians and Starfleet personnel alike, and I ran for it! I ran like hell and didn't look back, son! It was AWESOME.
DEMON: That....really happened. That's why I've chosen you to be my vessel. Because you're such a little piece of shit, dude.
JAKE: Oh come on now. Was I a complete coward? Yes. But I did what ANYONE would have done in the same situation: Put my own life ahead of everyone else's, and use crying babies as human shields while lasers were being fired at me.
DEMON: Jesus, you did that? I thought I was bad. Maybe you should be the one possessing ME, not the other way around!
JAKE: Listen, unless you have some crying babies or toddlers lying around you want me to point in the direction of incoming gunfire right now, I'm not interested. This is lame, I'm going back to bed...
