Jack was a bastard, a real bastard as the story goes.
An Irishman of the old country, he liked nothing better than trickery, drinking and gambling and all the things that follow trickery, drinking and gambling - if you catch my meaning.
On the day of Jack's appointed death the Devil came to the bar to collect what was owed him.
Thinking quickly, Jack asked if he could at least finish his drink before being dragged off to hell for all eternity. Scratch being a fellow of good humour obliged him for as we all know forever is a very very long time indeed.
They spoke while they drank, until at last the Irishman began to question the validity of the Devil’s power. Jack dared the Devil, goaded him to prove by his might by transforming into a silver coin.
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