Yes, it is I. I have waited till the day is almost over to respond. I did not want to spoil the day. But I must remind you of the deal that you made with me back in the 60's. (Remember that trip to Hattiesburg? And how you made that little side trip to the crossroads on the way?)

Now, so far I have lived up to my part; I have let you get by with your sharp sarcasm and rapier wit without you being done in by some outrage victim.(Though, there have been many times when it would have been justifiable homocide!) I have allowed you to become an icon here at the Mudcat Cafe, and have caused many here to become enamored with you. I have given you the gift of gab and the gift of gas. I have doubly blessed you. I have kept my end of the covenant.

Yet, I must say, I am pissed! How dare you lampoon me by dressing up like me! Clearly it was an attempt to belittle me before the internet surfers. Well, Mr. Catsfart, it will not work! No matter what you do, our deal stands!

Yes, I know that with each birthday, you must acknowledge that you are older and nearer to the day you must pay up! I know that with each passing year, the panic grows stronger! But, don't worry, be happy, cause it ain't gonna change a thing!!! We have a date!

I have the contract in hand. It states right here;"The undersigned agrees that at the Master's demand, the undersigned will totally relinquish his sole to the Master and will never...WAIT!! WAIT A DAMNED MINUTE! SOLE???SOLE?? IT WAS SUPPOSED TO READ 'SOUL', NOT 'SOLE'!"

DAMMIT! DAMMIT ALL TO HELL!

Oh well, I hope it has been a happy day for you, Spaw!

Satan