First Born

Margo the witch was furious. We had a deal, Marty. I lengthen your equipment in exchange for your first born. Where is my kid?
Marty tried to explain how hard he tried to get laid. His bar stool banter was lame. He dressed like a slovenly hipster. He had dandruff on his dandruff. When he got a woman drunk enough to get into bed his wang was so big it got stuck sideways in his boxers. By mthe time he released his lizard the lady had dozed off.
Margo listened and glowered. Enough, she barked. You know what the consequences are if you failed to deliver on your end.
Marty pleaded for another in vain/
The next morning he woke up with balls the size of honey dew melons. Chafing was certainly in his future.
Margo made a deal with Bill. His kid for learning how to make matzo ball soufflé