I work with an older Pentecostal lady at the preschool. I walked in today at 8:30 AM to hear her talking in a very loud voice to anyone who would listen. She said, and I quote (imagine a strident, hillbilly southern accent): "I'm afraid to go to the bathroom! These kids keep telling me there's a man with a hat standing in that hallway but I can't see him. You know who he is, don't you? It's SA-TAN! SA-TAN is waiting by that bathroom door!"
Yes, because SA-TAN is just lying in wait for the poor, innocent Pentecostal woman to poop! I may not know who he is, but I know he's not SA-TAN! I wanted to say something, but I kept my mouth shut.