"You've cured me of my thoughts, just like the sun can cure the day of night, and made me healthy. Thank you!!! Now I'm happy like a book or patch of grass."
UNLESS THE NEWS WITH NEWLY DEAD DROPS DOWN, WE BURN AND NEVER LEARN A THING.
I wouldn't call the look on my face amazing then. (Fear doesn't paint in lovely colors!!)
Who knew locks worked in Hell?
ONCE AGAIN YOU FUCK FOR NOTHING, PHLEGYAS said Virgil. YOU DON'T HAVE DICK. BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO CARRY US ACROSS THIS GODAWFUL POND Poor guy looked like he'd just lost a timeshare.
I didn't quite catch whatever Plutus said – I think it was something about pepper? Aleppo pepper, salt and pepper, something – I don't know, I don't speak Dutch (or whatever they speak in Hell.)
Choose your own adventure.
"Call me Pigly," Pigly said.
By the nine hundred and nineteenth I felt sad. "Is there someone else to talk to?"
Their faces looked like nothing. A little jarring, to shout "Pizza for the best ghost!" with the neutrallest expression.