"Oh no." thought the Ducc, "What have I done now?"
Satan laughed upon seeing the Ducc's discomfort. "Relax! It won't hurt. You now have an unlimited supply of Subway sandwiches. Isn't that everyone's dream?"
The Ducc thought about it. Subway sandwiches were the best food they had ever eaten in their whole entire life.
But the Ducc's soul was theirs. It made the Ducc the Ducc. The Ducc wasn't the same without their soul.
And the more that the Ducc thought about it, the more they realised that they had made a mistake.
"Shit." thought the Ducc.
"Actuallyyyy," said the Ducc, "Can I have my soul back? I can just operate a call centre in India somewhere and scam money off some old white lady in Ohio to buy sandwiches. I don't have to do this."
Satan evidently did not like this turn of events, because he looked uncomfortably at his stolen Rolex again and said, "Well, it was nice doing business with you, Ducc. Hope you enjoy your sandwiches. Gotta go now."
"WAAIIIITTTT!!" screamed the Ducc, "I'm not done yet!! I WANT MY SOUL BACK!!"
"Enjoy your sandwiches, Ducc," said Satan, getting into his Bugatti (which was a gift from his good friend Andrew Tate), "See you around," he added, driving off.
The Ducc watched Satan break the speed limit and zoom off into the distance in dismay.
What would they do now?
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Ducc sells their soul
HumorWhat happens to the Ducc when they sell their soul to Satan? And what happens when they regret it and Satan won't give it back?
