Talk:Demon/@comment-69.161.50.229-20160413130204/@comment-27023991-20160525041352

"Okay, so eternal pleasure?" I ask, considering the request. Eternal pleasure... I'm a biker... even my heartbeats can be measured in rounds per minute.... I'm so into bikes that gasoline is flowing in my veins. Eternal pleasure means my fuel tank won't empty ever again, besides I offer her everything, even my identity, so when I'm speeding, and cops catch me, they won't be able to do a thing, since I practically don't exist. This is the best contract ever.

"Okay, where do I sign?"

(To be honest, this is a pretty good scenario, I really should make a fanfic out of it someday, with a serious answer...)