"The Receptionist: When the Devil Called Heaven"
He called Heaven to file a complaint.
He got the front desk.
Now Satan's on hold-emotionally, spiritually, and maybe literally.
What follows is a cosmic roast session with a no-nonsense angel who doesn't care about titles, tantrums, or centuries of bad PR.
By the end? He's not burning bridges... he's booking therapy.
Because healing doesn't care if you wear horns.