An old Chicago gangster dies, and he drifts down to the underworld.
When he arrives, the Devil welcomes him and shows him around.
"You know," comments the Dark One, "it gets pretty hot down here."
"No problem," responds the gangster.
So the Devil turns up the heat, and gangster doesn't really seem to mind.
"It's just like Chicago," he quips.
The Devil is flummoxed, and cranks it up several notches.
"Still very pleasant," notes the gangster. "Just like Chicago."
Flustered by all of this, the Devil tries something different. He turns the heat OFF, and it becomes dreadfully cold, literally freezing the whole place over.
"How do you like it NOW?" chortles the Devil.
"Do I like it?" counters the gangster. " I don't like it. I LOVE it! The Cubs have won the World Series!!!"
