Offer

Satan makes an offer to Melissa.

Melissa rubbed her chin. "So, let me get this straight, Mr. Lucifer."

The formless mass of shadows produced a low, echoing chuckle. "Please, call me Satan."

"Okay, Satan. I pick a game, and if I win against you in that game, my wildest dream will come true?"

"Absolutely."

Melissa narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Can I make the game up?"

"Of course. I'm not exactly a stickler for strict rules."

"Awesome! We're going to play 'Be Melissa'. To win, you have to be Melissa Thornbridge as fast as you can."

Upon hearing the sentence finish, Satan did his best to shapeshift into Melissa's likeness. However, before the

head was even formed, Melissa shouted, "I win!"

"No fair," Satan whined. "Those rules are stupid."

"You said it could be any game," Melissa replied nonchalantly. "Now get me a grilled cheese sandwich!"

"A... what?"

"You heard me. I want a grilled cheese sandwich!"

Satan paused for a moment, then disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving a grilled cheese sandwich in his absence. Delight, Melissa picked it up and took a bite, only to recoil in horror and spit it out.

The cheese was... Velveta.

In the depths of hell, Satan laughed, enjoying every second of poor Melissa's misery.

Reviews

[Jayson]

I love this - on the surface it's silly as heck but underneath there seems to be a grain of truth to it.