The ill-fitting door acted as a venturi for

The ill-fitting door acted as a venturi for cold air to enter the room. Collis shuddered under its influence, trying to remained focused on avoiding a repeat of the Inugi incident.

It was the _shame_ of it. The total undoing of one's self, with no redemption, no way forward, no way out. The end of one's soul; what comes next? What can possibly follow?

Well for starters, everyone gets a mansion made out of diamonds and chocolate. All your old pets will be there, and grandpa, and you might even see a celebrity or two.

Nobody ever gets sick or uncomfortable. There's no fighting, no spitting, no drinking, no gambling, and no bare feet. Oh, and one more thing, once you get there

the remove all your body hair & give you the mother of all enemas so there are no odors & especially there's no flatulence."Heaven can't wait" was a very exclusive club.The bouncer

dresses like the devil in a red pant-suit and holds a trident in his hand. If he was smaller and cuter he would've looked like Hot Stuff, the cartoon character but sadly he doesnt.

He liked to tap unsupecting bus riders on the shoulder, twirl his spiked moustache and cackle snidely. He made deals for their souls. The cops arrested him for general nuisance.

But no earthly handcuffs or prison bars could keep him contained. He was no mortal. He could walk through walls if he wanted to and often did. He was the devil, after all, and

he really wanted to be a topless waiter but his mumma and pappa would not accept a man that longed to be held in chains of unearthly proportions he was hot like the devil and cold