Pesky little devil.

So what's up with the deviously smile, wads of dollar bills, and cheap black suit?

I met the devil tonight and he was tempting me soul with crispy lincolns.

He not so clever when you've a bit to drink. I can't concentrate enough druin soberty to be of consequence, so why does this liffle of a devil believes he can buy my soul for a pence and two?

I don't like drinking with mischief. I say we need better laws to keep the demons of social inebriaty to themselves.

What say yea!

KTC said:

The devil is the fool behind the fantastic. Eat the door, SpookDaddy. Eat the door and walk on through. Embrace your inner devil and you too can be fantastic. Fool.

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I'll not knobby for anyone. I'll eat my fish and be happy to have a proper meal. But I'd not to entertain such villains during my drink, or a pint, neither which.

KTC said:

It's eat the door or swim, spookdaddyo. Looks like you best be entertaining your fish on a dingy. Bon voyage, Captain Understains.

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I be eating my fish with barney tonight.

That would be barney the butcher. But we call him lefty now since the great town picnic a year lost.