I’m sure they were glad they were there when those were handed out!
A favorite underground comic by one Will Hatcher had a number of people at an office trying to sell their souls to the devil, not an easy venture, it turns out. One guy is asking about one he’d sold a few months earlier, explaining his circumstances had improved and could he buy it back. A snooty clerk tells him “Sorry, old boy. You did read the contract, didn’t you?”
I haven’t a clue either. I don’t even know what that thing he’s holding onto is, much less what it could mean.
I don’t understand this at all.
Old souls recycled?