Marinaisgo

Marinaisgo t1_j1tj45q wrote

The demon stared into my eyes, and it felt like empathy. “How could you possibly think this was heaven?” They asked.

“Well” I said, “I used to work in a nonprofit.”

“Oh!” They said, interrupting me. “That makes perfect sense. You must have gotten through the screening” Then they spoke into their lapel in a language I couldn’t comprehend.

Within minutes I was surrounded by demons in hazmat suits, armed with cattle prods chanting “TO THE PIT, TO THE PIT!” and I thought to myself, this pit sounds like the kind of place where I can really thrive.

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