When the Devil's workday ends, he crashes on the couch and starts channel surfing. Somewhat narcissistically, he enjoys only channels that display the results of his own evil efforts. He watches the news, of course. He also spends time watching violent films, brain-killing commercials, and IQ-imploding talk shows. But to him, those are more similar to work than to true fun. What he really likes—with his heart and not just his brain—is seeing examples of resignation: people who accept their awful fate with a shrug, maybe even a smile. Those who not only think, quite reasonably, that the world is bad—but have also given up their right to protest against that state of affairs. Those who don't realize that a protest, however futile, is the only thing that causes the Devil to doubt his own talent and self-worth, sometimes to the extent of making him consider early retirement. Always unsure whether he is skillful enough to make his victims love him, he never goes to sleep before coming across such a person on screen. Only then does he turn off the TV with a smile and calls it a day; and his sleep is a sweet one indeed, completely dreamless, with all the nightmares now happening exclusively outside his head.