[ WP ] You sold your soul to the devil 10 years ago for wealth . It is finally time . You used the rest of your money for security . There are gunshots outside your mansion .

The years would have been kind had he strayed from his now crippling cocaine addiction. 
 
 `` All I see around me is fucking cocka-roaches'', he exclaims, pointing his shaking finger to his top capo, Manny. His face is powdered white with the remnants of his most recent indulgence, of which would've caused the death of anybody else. 
 
 `` This world need people like me. Who else can they point their fingers at and call the bad guy? ``, he slurs. 
 
 `` Get the fuck out there and prove to me you're not just another pussy who lives their lives for no real purpose'' 
 
 His most trusted henchmen make for the door, but as Manny grabs the handle he stops, turns, and looks his deranged boss right in the eyes. 
 
 `` Ay, man. This is on you. Whatever happens next, it's on you'', he whispers. 
 
 BOOM. 
 
 The door is blown open and a shower of wood chips and blood is showered on the immediate area. 
 
 He is taken aback, but only momentarily. The figure in the doorway is shrouded by smoke, bit is unmistakable - the devil is here to make his claim. 
 
 `` All I have in this world'', the coked-up boss screams, `` is my word and my balls. And I do n't break them for nobody....'' 
 
 An eerie silence suddenly fills the room. The smoke dissipates and the two beings lock eyes for the first time in a decade. The boss's expression changes from drug-fueled anger to pure hatred. 
 
 `` Except you'', he adds, noticeably less powerful than his previous address. 
 
 Moments pass that feel like a lifetime. Eventually, the devil's lip curls into a cruel smile and he finally opens his mouth to speak. 
 
 `` I have a little friend that wants to say hello'', he spits, and gives a whistle. 
 
 Suddenly, two grotesque figures are accompanying what looks to be a smallish goblin into the room. It's strangely dressed in jeans and a t shirt which gives it an almost human allure. 
 
 `` We're not here for your life, boss'', laughs the devil. `` After the last time we spent together, I had a child. This who has been presented to you... is *our* child. I am here to collect child support''. 
 
 And then the boss sees it. His nose, his mouth... so familiar. Could they really replicate his own? 
 
 The memories of that one night of passion suddenly flood back into the boss's head. `` I'll believe it when I see the paternity test, man'', he responds. 
 
 Documentation appears out of thin air, as does Maury Povich, who quickly exclaims, `` You ARE the father!'' 
 
 An invisible crowd is heard going crazy.'Woo, woo, woo' can be heard clearly, but the source of the sound is nowhere to be found. 
 
 `` So how much do you want, man?'' asks the now-frazzled boss. 
 
 An eruption of laughter is heard, yet the only one in the room who seems to be amused is the devil. He abruptly stops his deafening chuckle and replies `` Your soul, you forgetful fuckwit''.
