I love stories involving demons, and if those demons are snarky demons, even better. I especially enjoy the way this short piece begins with demons just sitting around talking about what it's like being demons. Lots of funny stuff, and this play is the kind of comedy that I like best: One that draws you in with wit and then hits you with something profound and meaningful. It's a space that Floyd-Priskorn excels in, and the writer's gifts are on full display with this one.

So demons get a bad rap from meat machine propaganda? These very funny demons are great company and they are able to inadvertently help El work through their enormous grief. This is a wild comedy with a big heart.

Who would have thought you could skip all the complicated conjuring stuff and just sneeze and call up a demon!? Good to know. And dropping things over and over? In this demonic "pourquoi-play," Jacquelyn Floyd-Priskorn delivers up the demonic goods in the way only she is master of: it's "infested" with sweetness, tender realizations, and plenty of humorous bodily functions!