Last night I dreamed I died and went to Hell. All my friends were there – Kevin the pizza guy who lives across the hall from me, Greta the animal catcher, Bob the carpenter who remodeled the break room for us at work, Steve the janitor, even Officer Jackson who let me ride his motorcycle once. They all waved at me and were super friendly and told me how much they were going to enjoy eating my soul. What nice people!
This place isn’t so bad after all.
Squash Stack Studio 
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