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All I can hear is Margaret Thatcher's voice.

  • All I can hear is Margaret Thatcher's voice.
  • "Helloooo, LucieLucie! Tell everyone I am doing fine now that I'm dead. Be sure to let Mr. Morrissey to expect a little 'visit' from me soon!" Goosebumps. Margaret Thatcher's voice
  • emanated from the depths of hell. Ms. Thatcher entered hell at the lowest level, but her personality and common sense approach spurred her up the hellish hierarchy so that Satan
  • Cooked other sinners for dinner, not her. Satan was a good cook but you never knew what you were serveD. He would tell you to clean your plate, or else.
  • That's how I became the devil's dishwasher. I couldn't bear all those souls screaming in Heck, so I offered to do their dishes for them. The water was hot and my hands were rough
  • ly hewn stone. The Devil gave me the physique to lift them but they were still difficult to wash dishes with. Each time I shattered a plate the Devil took it out of my hide, which
  • He added to His addendum to the Necronomicon, for which I demanded royalties. Satan laughed, but I wasn't the only sap whose skin was being utilized for literary ends. "My lawyer
  • Is going to sue you to the end of time Satan!" Satan laughed." Fool, didncha know all lawyers work for me??" I paused." Well...I still want royalties for the Necronomicon.. "
  • "Fine," said Satan, "I concede." What a sucker. The licensing agreement ended up doing so well for me I ended up a majority shareholder in hell itself. I guess that makes me
  • the grand poobah of hell. Or perhaps the president of hell. Damn, I wish there were a word for the CEO of Hell. I'll call myself...Executive President of the Hellish Corporation.
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2013-04-09 02:41:20
Finished
2019-07-06 05:16:25

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