Well, I made an appearance out in front of the cameras, pissed of the worker bees and finished my leftover breakfast in a fit of gluttony. “Bacon taste good; pork chops taste good”
I realise what my place in Hell is going to be. I’ve been making an effort on getting an office job; cubicle of hell/Dilbert type sorta thing. You know, mindlessly filing reports of damned souls. Maybe even work my way to a small window office, where I could look out and see the torturing of the new damned souls or something.
But I think that I am going to replace one of the gluttony guys. Either the one who has his mouth on fire and he can never put it out or the guy who is thirsty and can never drink the water because the tap turns of or there is a hole at the botton of his cup. (I can’t quite remember the exact punishment. Need to bust out a Greek Mythology book.)
Meanwhile the paper goes absolutely nowhere….
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