The Devil threatens revenge on God by unleashing all the tawdry and shallow technological curses of the modern age:
“All right, you great git, you’ve asked for it. I’ll cover the world in Tastee-Freez and Wimpy Burgers. I’ll fill it full of concrete runways, motorways, aircraft, television and automobiles, advertising, plastic flowers and frozen food, supersonic bangs. I’ll make it so noisy and disgusting that even you’ll be ashamed of yourself.”