"Look, I'm sorry, I just really like swords!"

"Look, I'm sorry, I just really like swords!" I stammered. "You killed 19 people!" My friend, Frank, bellowed. I couldn't help it. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I would have stabbed Frank too, had I not needed a ride home. Besides, I was wearing my favorite shirt and didn't want to deal with dry cleaning it again. "Can we just forget it?"
"Yea, fine. Just ignore me just like you always do." Frank glared at the empty road. God I wanted to kill him. "Yea well its not my fault that Stephanie is dead, Alex!" I shouted
. It was at times like these, where I considered that, as the driver, and as a suicidal sociopath, I could just take me and all of my passengers out with one flick of the wheel
. It was inevitable. Afterwards, they all thanked me as I paid for the seven course meal for fifty with my ex-wife's credit card. Everyone needs to go to hell on a full stomach.
We all said our goodbyes and I got into my car. As I was driving home, I hit a semi and died. I descended into hell. "Welcome," Satan said politely. He was a pretty chill dude.
In fact, Satan and I played Mahjong on Friday nights and went to the country club on Mondays and, pretty soon, I forgot that I had died.
Satan had a wicked slice, his blades were razor sharp, & he'd swear up devils & brimstone when he landed in a sandtrap but on the whole I found him & death amiable golf partners
Yes, Death & Satan--fantastic golf partners. But when Sin joined us to make up a four, we hit trouble. She would move her golf ball with her toe when we weren't looking. Finally, I
shouted oppa Gangnam style! *music plays in the background* oppa oppa oppa oppa Gangnam style AAAAAAAA!!!! Sexy lady! oppa oppa oppa Gangnam style!

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