“Are you sure that’s all you want?”
The demon asked and tilted his head.
Jeff nodded, then said,
“That’s the talent I’d like to flaunt.”
“To be the best at playing a guitar.”
The demon shrugged. “Sure, sign here.”
He offered a red clipboard with a white form.
Jeff grabbed the pen and signed there.
“Congrats. Now playing a guitar for you is the norm.”
Jeff cheered, then called all his mates.
He planned a party to show off his new skill.
He picked up the house and cleaned the grill.
The party started and everyone gathered ’round.
“Now watch me play a guitar like one of the greats.”
*POOF* he became a guitar and fell to the ground.
