Bros.-Satan: Mysterio's Quartile(s)

The affable Brothers-Satan (cyber-cult fave-NFL fans/writers) are challenged by a Devil's Advocate concerning new-Earth superstitions of sports-linked globe-qualia.

Mysterio (Marvel Comics) characterization injected in-between my 'probe-fun' Mysterio trilogy. Happy MLK-Day (stay safe/warm), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to Marvel or its stories/associations and all images/references used herein therefore comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: We've become cool Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American writers.

MR. AJAY SATAN: As your twin/brother, I share psyche for this globalism-sanity art.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What's this story of our stranger, emailing us for dares/fears?

MR. AJAY SATAN: He calls himself 'Mysterio' and dons helmet/costume/cape for IQ.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Wants to Selfie-present himself as a nihilist Devil's Advocate?

MR. AJAY SATAN: He seems intrigued by varied sports-networks securities for Hell.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Well, there's adequate terrorism-stories for sports-grids now!

MR. AJAY SATAN: "The Bros.-Satan, cyber-cult fave NFL-twins, dared by Mysterio."

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Selfie-like (for Heaven/Hell).

Mysterio had self-exiled himself from the overground 21st-Century Blue-Planet 'universe' of things of social-nets activities for securities superstitions stories and wanted to find the right-stuff writers for challenge of concern for new-century NFL-fencing pertinent for globalism-rhetoric and TV-lifestyle pillows and noted the Miami football fanfare words of the cult-popular Bros.-Satan (Amlan and Ajay), twins who wrote liberally about Dolphins-cheers and trading-cards for things of globe-peace know-good art (ok). What did Mysterio want (with the Bros.-Satan)...Facebook-like?

MYSTERIO: Greetings, twins.

BROS.-SATAN: Thanx for this email challenge, Mister Mysterio.

MYSTERIO: Just Mysterio, twins (ok).

BROS.-SATAN: You know Miami has been known to be a retirement-community?

MYSTERIO: It's an American Dream land, and setting for Ace Ventura (NFL-arts).

BROS.-SATAN: Mysterio, you noted our Miami-town trading-card blog (cheers/IQ).

MYSTERIO: I'm wondering how much 'share' all Earthlings have for Miami-IQ, pals.

BROS.-SATAN: The American Dream is a welcome-mat word for immigration, no?

MYSTERIO: How many actually make it...to NFL-globe TV-lifestyle pillows?

BROS.-SATAN: Are you inferring some mysterious dark-smoke of fortune's biases?

MYSTERIO: Am I incomplete (somehow) in invoking such 'casino' magic paranoia?

BROS.-SATAN: What are you, the nihilist Devil's Advocate of things capitalism?

MYSTERIO: What's your sociological reaction to such race track things, twins?

BROS.-SATAN: Would not the American Dream be a 'thing' of darts (for kilns)?

MYSTERIO: Hmmm (maybe)...Selfie-like (ok)...farewell (thanx for intrigue).

BROS.-SATAN: That's fine, Mysterio (farewell!).

The Bros.-Satan (Amlan and Ajay) found fine form in exchange (over secret/private email!) with the mysterious Mysterio, helmeted/costumed/caped nihilist Devil's Advocate of things of 21st-Century Blue-Planet superstitions for social-nets securities and activity vitality review (for doubt!). They cheered the exchange with a world-exchanges 'cool' Pho (noodles) and wondered deeply if their language with the mysterious Mysterio (somehow) invoked some dark-magic chopsticks for (all) things...quartiles (ok).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)