can you imagine the feeble gooker trying to kill flies over and over again, as they dive in and around his stinky body, all the while gooker curses, half-dumbstruck at the nerve of flies to hang around someone that "doesnt even stink because soap is a scam" (tm) (why are they here), arms and shoes flailing wildly, as beelzebub stands on by cackling at the absurdity, gooker increasingly angry, his aunt coming in to check on what her special little man is up to today (nothing, as always, at least he's not masturbating to gooks today), and aunt can pretend for the moment that he was only trying to help her, she resumes her show, hoping for lightning or a blood clot to strike her dead in her sleep, meanwhile gooker continues trashing about, knocking over furniture, the wiz fly buzzing happily as it flies out the window, "come back! im not done yet! im not done yet!"