More like Ms. P.!

An overwhelming stench of sulfur marks the presence of the devil. My sister has done business with him, and let me tell you, the building stinks for quite a few hours after he's gone!

D.'s no devil, but she's certainly a capitalist pig. That button-nose is actually a cute little pig nose. Whenever she explores a tenant's quarters, the apartment stinks of bacon -- the fattiest form of pork, incidentally.