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.