An Exorcise In Sales: A Halloween Meh-rathon

“And now, we find ourselves at the moment,” said the smoke man. “You could say the incantation, Chad. You could send me forward, into a realm of utter delight. But I must ask, do you fear me?”

Chad thought about it a moment. Had he feared the smoke at first? Absolutely. But now? Honestly, though he didn’t perform as many exorcisms as most of his competitors, he’d seen his fair share of ghastly shit. Eyes rolling back in someone’s head, children climbing up walls, arms and legs bending in ways that seemed impossible. And then the vomiting. Ugh, the vomiting! His time with the man made of smoke–or so he appeared, in whatever realm this little room existed within–was honestly fairly pleasant to talk to, especially compared to cases he’d worked on in the past.

“No,” Chad said, finally. “I really don’t fear you.”

“So you’ll do it,” the smoke man said, unable to hide the glee in his voice. “You’ll say the incantation and free me not just from this room, but from all concerns.”

“Yes,” said Chad.

“Chad, do you realize what this means,” the smoke man said. “You have, by your agreement, saved the world.”

This took Chad aback. He had, hadn’t he? If he didn’t cast him into the next realm, there’s no telling what the smoke man would do. And this gave Chad an idea.

“I was wondering if we might delay the incantation, by a single day,” Chad said.

“Huh?” said the smoke man.