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Once again Satan is met with the unknown....
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| State your business, goat. Why did you come to hell? | |
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| YES! YES! I want to sell my soul for a bowl of crispy oats .... the old man only gives me grass... I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF DA GRASS! | |
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Now the question is ... what will Satan do?
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| That's it .... a bowl of crispy oats? Do you have any other collateral besides your worthless soul? | |
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| YES! YES! I have ....hmmm ... YES, I have a three foot rope to go along with my soul!!! | |
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Satan's anger rears its head once again .....
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| SECURITY!! CLEANUP IN AISLE 5! I REPEAT, CLEANUP IN AISLE 5!! | |
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| WAIT! YES, WAIT! I HAVE A BOTTLE OF GREEN ALCOHOL TOO!! | |
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