Talk:Demon/@comment-26948101-20151005210139

You're an aspiring young fiddle player in the state of Georgia. One afternoon, while honing your skills somewhere in the backwoods, a Demon suddenly appears before you on a hickory stump. It appears that she's been listening to you undetected for quite some time now and is impressed with your abilities. She appears to be holding something in her right hand, but before you can get a good look, the Demon speaks up.

''Boy let me tell you what:

I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.

And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.

Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:

I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you''

What do you do?