a balmy thousand degrees down in Malebolgia

[seraphcelene]

Warm air makes me sleeeeepppppy. I mean, don't get me wrong, Hell is grotesquely exciting, what with the comeuppance, repentence, and a fair bit of torture occuring left and right. But I have to admit to a certain amount of sluggishness.

If I didn't think I'd rocket through the roof, I'd have a coke. And then I'd end up in Heaven.

...

Me.

In Heaven.

Riiiiigggghhhhhtttt.

Then again.

There's lots of havoc that could be caused from on high.

lots.