Gosh

"I swear, I would sell my soul for a decent short game. Of course, it's a little late for that. I don't suppose I could offer your soul, huh? Really help me on the green. I'm just funning"

Mr. Mayor. It's a nice title, but have some ambition! It's the American dream, after all. Work hard, move up in the world, and become a giant demon snake. Oh, and a white picket fence. Can't forget that! Ascending into a demon requires a lot of energy, or at least a cup of coffee in the morning am I right? And maybe a few of those butterscotch candies. Mmm, mm!