Satan: Good evening. I have a proposition. I will make you rich, happy, and you'll live to be 100.
BoxJam: But then my soul is tortured forever and ever, right?
Satan: Well, yeah...
BoxJam: Um, I'm gonna have to say 'no.'
Satan: Really? Okie-doke. I can respect that.
BoxJam: That was much easier than I'd heard.