What's it like working for the Devil? Do you ever feel evil at all due to who you're working for?
[🎲]: “Feel evil? I am evil, that’s kinda what comes from workin’ so close to him after all. As for what it’s like? Well, it’s hard at the start. I don’t envy the poor sods under me.”
♠“D'pends on whatcha mean by ‘evil’. I don’ see takin’ th’ soulsa idiots tha d'cide to put ‘em on th’ line ’s evil ’s much ’s jus’ parta th’ business, ‘f not wha they get fer bein’ so damn stupid ‘n th’ firs’ place.”
♥“I try to be as nice to the patrons as I can, so I don’t think it’s really made me any worse of a person, let alone ‘evil’.”
Chip: No, but I also don’t really consider myself as ‘working for the man’, I work in his casino, but I still have my soul and I hardly ever see the guy. Nah, I feel normal as ever.
🎱 [Not… particularly. I mean sure, working for the devil is not what I thought I’d be doing when I grew up, but I just work at the casino. I don’t do any real evil things.]
“The constant urge to harm the patrons causing these big messes probably counts as an evil related thought. Other than that the only difference between me before and me now is how sick of everything I am.”
Pepper: “Oh goodness, I’d never really thought about it before! I certainly hope I’m not evil, that would be extremely disheartening.”
