Stupid Sally began her essay on linguine with 'Pasta is made, not born.' She realized how stupid it sounded, but she was hopped up on goofballs, and had to the essay written by 3:00. She tried to focus, but it just wasn't working. In a fit of frustration, she screamed out, "I'd sell my soul to get this essay written."
And, as often happens when that phrase is uttered, a column of smoke appeared, eventually taking the form of a red man with horns. At first, Sally was excited, thinking she was seeing a narwhal. But then she realized that this red man was none other than the Prince of Darkness: Satan.
"Did I hear you correctly, little girl? Would you like to sell me your soul?" the Devil asked.
She paused before answering. "Yes! I hate writing essays. I never should have taken this stupid Advanced Pastas course!"
"Very well. Sign this contract, and I will deliver you one magnificent linguine essay. Oh, by the way, your breasts look funny. You might want to get them checked for Lyme disease."
Sally began to sign the contract. But before the pen hit the paper, a hole appeared in the ground. From the hole rose a large aquatic looking figure, with tentacles hanging from its face. No horns, though, so clearly this was also not a narwhal.
"Satan! WTF art thou doing?" the creature asked.
"Well, well, my dear old friend Cthulhu. I thought you were still sleeping."
"No. I have finally wakened, and even now am prepared to dine on the souls of mortals."
"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but this girl's soul is mine. So fuck off."
"Perhaps we should let her choose?" Cthulhu suggested.
"What? Why?"
The Elder One turned to Sally. "Mortal female, I am a much better writer than Satan. Let
me write your essay. It will be a guaranteed hit."
"No! I'm the better writer. Don't listen to him!"
"If you let me write it, I'll even eat Satan here."
"What?" Satan yelled. "That's rude!"
"Yes," replied Sally, as she gazed at the face of Cthulhu. "Yes, I want you to write my essay."
"No fucking way!" cried Satan.
"It is demanded. Satan, get thee behind me, and fetch the typewriter."
Satan refused, and Cthulhu responded by eating him.
After seven minutes of furious typing, the essay was done. He handed it to Sally.
Sally read it and was so moved that she started crying. "It--it's beautiful."
"Yes," replied Cthulhu; and then he devoured Sally.
After consuming her soul, the Elder One placed another page in the typewriter and made a change to his essay. 'It is worth noting,' he wrote, 'that both Satan and the souls of mortals (much like linguine) is chock full of vital glutens.'
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