Super Sleuth 8: The Devil Went Down to Auckland
The Devil went down to Auckland. It’s a rather pretty city. Warm in summer. Not
too cold in winter. Beautiful views of volcanoes, harbours and islands. Without
a doubt the best city in the universe. Anyway, this devil fellow (The Devil) was
looking for a soul to steal. Alas, he had fallen behind on his soul stealing (he
has a drinking problem which was affecting his ability to do his job properly)
so he was willing to make a deal. He went around the city looking for a worthy
challenge. There were lots of Aucklanders playing rugby….others were doing other
awesome things like eating chocolate and listening to the Rise and Fall of
Ziggy Stardust……eventually he saw a pretty woman playing a banjo and decided
upon her. The Devil climbed onto some boxes and addressed the young
lady.
“Lass, listen to me,” he said. “You’ve never met me so you won’t know much about me. I’m a banjo player too. You’re a darn tootin’ good banjo-er, but pay me some respect. I’ll bet my golden banjo against your soul. We’ll banjo duel!”
The girl said, “my name is Sexy Voord and it may be unethical, but I’ll accept your challenge because I’m the best banjo player in the world!”
Rise up Sexy Voord and play your banjo well! Because Hell’s broke loose in Auckland and the Devil ain’t cool. If you win you’ll get that uber-awesome golden banjo. But if you lose the Devil will get your soul (oh no!)!!
A crowd had gathered and were baying for blood. The Devil decided to begin proceedings. He produced his golden banjo from its case. Fire raged from his fingernails as he warmed up by plucking at a few strings. He started to play. Some in the crowd didn’t like it and began to hiss. Unperturbed, Mr Devil continued to play. It was an incredible piece, and it’s hard to convey in writing, but here goes:
Dun dunnn dun dun dun dun dun dun do. Dun dunn dun dunnnnnnnnn dun dun do. Dun dunnn dun dun dun dun dun dun do. Dun dunn dun dunnnnnnnnn dun dun do.
When the Devil finished playing Sexy Voord winked at the audience and spoke.
“You’re ok Devil-o, but please wait a mo’. Sit on that stool right there and I’ll show you how to play-o!”
Dun dun do do dun da dun da do. Do do dun da dun dun dun da doooooooooo. Dun dun do do dun da dun da do. Do do dun da dun dun dun da doooooooooo.
It was clear to all present that Sexy Voord had prevailed. She punched the air in delight as the Devil drooped his head and handed over his prized solid gold banjo.
“Devil come on back if you ever want to try again,” Sexy Voord crowed. “But I’ve told you once you son of a bitch I’m the best there’s ever been!”
“Lass, listen to me,” he said. “You’ve never met me so you won’t know much about me. I’m a banjo player too. You’re a darn tootin’ good banjo-er, but pay me some respect. I’ll bet my golden banjo against your soul. We’ll banjo duel!”
The girl said, “my name is Sexy Voord and it may be unethical, but I’ll accept your challenge because I’m the best banjo player in the world!”
Rise up Sexy Voord and play your banjo well! Because Hell’s broke loose in Auckland and the Devil ain’t cool. If you win you’ll get that uber-awesome golden banjo. But if you lose the Devil will get your soul (oh no!)!!
A crowd had gathered and were baying for blood. The Devil decided to begin proceedings. He produced his golden banjo from its case. Fire raged from his fingernails as he warmed up by plucking at a few strings. He started to play. Some in the crowd didn’t like it and began to hiss. Unperturbed, Mr Devil continued to play. It was an incredible piece, and it’s hard to convey in writing, but here goes:
Dun dunnn dun dun dun dun dun dun do. Dun dunn dun dunnnnnnnnn dun dun do. Dun dunnn dun dun dun dun dun dun do. Dun dunn dun dunnnnnnnnn dun dun do.
When the Devil finished playing Sexy Voord winked at the audience and spoke.
“You’re ok Devil-o, but please wait a mo’. Sit on that stool right there and I’ll show you how to play-o!”
Dun dun do do dun da dun da do. Do do dun da dun dun dun da doooooooooo. Dun dun do do dun da dun da do. Do do dun da dun dun dun da doooooooooo.
It was clear to all present that Sexy Voord had prevailed. She punched the air in delight as the Devil drooped his head and handed over his prized solid gold banjo.
“Devil come on back if you ever want to try again,” Sexy Voord crowed. “But I’ve told you once you son of a bitch I’m the best there’s ever been!”