Deal with the Devil

I was minding my own business, like I usually do. It was like any other day, and a hot wind blew. About then, a whirlwind appeared, and I was surprised. That's when the devil in the flesh materialized.  He said, "Me and you!  Come on now, let's make a deal. Take some time and think it over.  See how you feel." I said, "Tell me some more, Mister Beelze...Bub - join me at the bar, but no smoking, put out that stub." The red fella said, "thank you friend, don't mind if I do". I said, "What's your ruinous plan?  I'd like to review". He said, "I'm looking for a deal, want something cheap, How much is your soul (not that I think you're a creep)?" I thought, "Maybe I should sell, the price might plummet like the soul of a delegate at the G20 summit." "Mister Satan", I said, "I'll need a signed contract". He grinned, as on some nuts on the counter he snacked. Lucifer said with a frolicking jump and a caper, "Sure, we can draft up a legally binding paper... that protects me too", he said. I felt hot like a toaster. "Your soul's price on Nasdaq is like a rollercoaster." I won't take more of your time, won't sit here and gab. We walked out of the bar, and I hailed him a cab. A deal was made, and we're both doing pretty well, but he failed to consider, he'll have to see me in Hell.