Lemons to Lemonade

"Matt! Matt!" Charlie shouted excitedly as he burst into Matt's apartment. "We were citing the wrong passage in the exorcism." Charlie stopped, a bit confused, as his news wasn't getting the joyous response he'd expected. Matt glanced up from his favorite lounger as the TV blared the afternoon's ballgame, bags of chips and empty beer bottles scattered at his feet.

"I've found a way to exorcise the demon that's attached itself to you," Charlie said.

Two icy cold beers floated in from the kitchen and Matt grabbed one before saying, "Don't worry about it. Ol' Pigspittle is making himself useful."