Comic 3-3
J: Gloves?  Do you see any gloves around here?  You tricked me somehow.  Our deal is off.
T: You can't back out on me now, artist. You got your magic paint and your gloves. You know the rules. J: Right... glk... rules... got it!...  errgk...
T: As an honest and responsible demon, I'll say that the gloves are in the last place you put them. I could 	locate them for you.	
T: But it would take your final wish.
J: Aw no!  Then you'd take my soul! You'll never con that outta me!
T: We'll see, boyo.  We'll see.