~*Sometimes I dream I am that stereotypical 80s business man in an horror anthology like Tales from the Dark side or Monsters, who is down on his luck and is about to be exposed for his shady fake investment deals but then a suave and debonair gentlemen enters his office and says he can make him a successful business man in exchange for his soul.
And of course he doesn't believe he's the devil and signs the contract, which then bursts into flames as a cool devil trick. Then the businessman receives lots of riches and is doing great, although he becomes even more corrupt and commits murders because of his insatiable greed. Of course the devil soon comes to collect his debt and the businessman tries to outsmart him by shooting him or pushing him down an empty elevator shaft.
The businessman then thinks he is free, but when he gets back to his office, the devil is there sitting on his swivel chair. He then transforms into his true devil figure with the horns and begins to laugh maniacally as he rips off the businessman's ear or eyeball, saying something like "I always make good on my deals" and then it freeze frames to the businessman screaming holding his severed body party with flames slowly surrounding him as he enters the ol gates of hell.*~
