>>11947
I think it's the exact opposite! Such a touching expression of sorrow as he wears all the time can only come from from the soul, and a very sensetive one at that.
I think what happened here was something more like this:
>Yo, brendan, Old Nick here. Yea, yea, that's right: the Old Scratch, the Prince of Darkness and all that jazz.
>look son, Imma make you a deal. You wanna be an actor boy, right? In the Hollywood, right?
>now, now, just lemme finish!
>You know how difficult it is to get anywhere in a jewed up industry without the right connections, being one of the tribe, becoming a leftist propaganda mouthpiece, or willingness to go down on as many dicks as they wave in front of your face, right?
>a decent, innocent fella like you can never make it now, amirite?
>so here's the deal: I'll make you the greatest, best paid actor of all time. You'll get riches. You get dames. You'll get to marry the girls of your dreams. That's right! Remember Sally from fourth grade English? I'll even throw in a good camera into the deal. Yea, I know how much of a photography bum you are.
>all that in exchange for a measly little thing you mortals call a 'soul'. Real bargin if yer askin me.
>so how about it?
>so you refuse, eh?
>well, then. In that case you'll probably get a visit from one of my agents…
>a certain ms. Smith
HA HAHAHAHA… HA HAHAHA!