He heard the sirens getting louder as they

had dreams like this before. Nearly got to his fav donut, could imagine the cream in his mouth, then was yanked by the collar, thrown to the floor by a sassy redheaded policewoman

who wore a rasberry beret and converse. She slapped his twice and said, "Shaka Kan!" and that's when the police woman said,

"it'll be a cold day in he'll before you touch me there again" Just then, the entire complex exploded, as if in a blockbuster movie. It was like

the devil heard her,case they woke in hell.Little red demons laughed at her and shook the snow of their pointy wings:hell did freeze over and he could now do to her wathever he

found necessary in accordance with her plentiful crimes. The devil's minions were bored of stabbing her with pitchforks day in, day out, so to make things more interesting they

decided to convene and have a brainstorming session to come up with more interesting ways of punishment. Lucifer called the full Board of Managing Demons together and opened the

powerpoint presentation. "By this pie-chart, the damned are no longer screaming in torment, they are just pouting in ennui. We need to light a fire under this project, literally."

Zexoryx asked, "Could we stop turning the damned into goats first? Apparently 'Zebras Don't Get Ulcers' -- so maybe eternal torment becomes the new blah. Although roasted goat"

is a creative way to go, and goat's milk is a good way to supply the skeletal demons with calcium. At least Death was finally branching out - expanding his, you know, Reapertoire.