Flying W Things

I had a very strange dream the other night.

Seems I was in business with these two other guys. We were trying to raise capital and one of our "angel" investors was The Devil.

That's right, ol' Scratch was putting some cash into our venture.

He was very red and fairly tall, smooth-skinned and muscular, with horns and yellow eyes. He was very personable and reasonable, and a good conversationalist. He presented us with a boilerplate contract that outlined the terms he was willing to invest on - surprisingly enough, it didn't include any transfer of the souls of the principals.

Here's the weird part - my two partners were tripping all over themselves trying to add clauses and such to provide more legal protection for The Devil, should the business go under. And I could not convince them that his motives were anything but pure.

Like I said, it was a weird dream.