OK, here's the deal. You get: all the beer

OK, here's the deal. You get: all the beer you can drink, all the weed you can smoke, all the food you can eat, unlimited multimedia entertainment and $40,000. I get:

your first born , the deed to the ranch, your left kidney and 10 percent of your soul. So do you want to sign on the line for a life of utter slackness? I'll even throw in a

stuffed crust pizza just to seal the deal in good faith. Ted didn't even need to think about. He signed the little imp's contract. Now he could slack all he wanted. No job. No girl

. No problem. He thought. But when the little imp rolled up the signed scroll he smiled deviously, said "hope you liked the pizza" & disappeared with a poof. Nick read the ingred

It wasn't written in English, or another language he recognized. He thought for a moment. Jerry the wizard would be able to help him.

Jerry the wizard knew 26 languages. Was it one of those, he asked his friend. Jerry said it was Gibberish. "Zggdhvfjy gggcdedk ewtgxbkhji sfghvcrolop" was the sentence.

"Nope, that is not Gibberish Jerry. I know the groupings strongly suggest that it is Gibberish but the inflections don't follow any known Gibberish patterns. Not even close." Jerry

wasn't so sure about that. "But couldn't it be," Gibberish Jerry argued, "that this Gibberish is alien in nature? That it follows no patterns known ON EARTH, but perhaps elsewhere?

Gibberish Jerry's expostulation was received by the Gibberish milieu with thunderous applause. The Dean of Gibberish announced:"Jerry, you have acheived total gibberish!" & handed