Years ago you begged and pleaded with the powers that be for things to go your way. You told them that you'd sell your soul for things to go right and a demon dressed in a blue silk suit appeared out of nowhere and offered you a contract to sign. Thinking this was a joke.. you signed it and the raccoon disappeared.

A day later you were contacted by a lawyer, a great uncle who was a multi millionaire had died and you were the sole heir. Your wealth spread and you grew rich and powerful.. until that one night.. he came.. and the only thing he said was.

"Time to collect on your contract."

Inspired by Cerebus's animation for the latest rockcoons. ;)