Dear Satan:
For fifty years I have attempted to serve an opposing God. The results have been mental illness, alcoholism, and constant thoughts of suicide. I now find myself old, broke, and of little value.
I would like to offer you a deal to "sell you my soul." I have been told the entire world is under your power and some say that you have been living on earth since 1914.
So ... I will trade you my alligence for worldly goods. Whats a few million dollars, a few beautiful babes and a constant supply of Tennessee whiskey to you.
If you make the deal, I will tell everyone that you exist and that you DO have power. Of course, if you don't exist ... you can't do anything ... then I guess I have wasted more time seeking another omnipotent fraud who never was at all.
I'll be watching the mail
Your potential servant ...