Hi, Bob.

BL> FM> Done. Now, about your soul...

BL>  Too late. I sold my soul to the Devil for an extra inch on my dick.
BL>He robbed me, the bastard!

Listen, mate. You didn't sell your soul to any damned devil unless you
went through an authorised agent. You want an extra 1" on your dick? A
fabulous s*x life? Just let me know. Now, about your soul...

BL> BL> You have to realise that my brain is almost brand new (it's
BL> BL> still in the carton), but I haven't used it since October 16,
BL> BL> 1973, and I can't guarantee that it's still working.

BL> FM> I thought that was your dick?

BL>  Oh. That's right. It must mean that my brain isn't working, either.

There's a nice little place in the X which will only cost you $20 to get
in and ~$150 for the performance - I'm sure you'll find it's working.

Now, about your soul...

Regards, FIM.

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