“Welcome to Hell!” The Devil had a big grin on his face. “We’re going to get to know each other very, very well…”
John didn’t want to. He had heard of this guy, and didn’t like what they said.
“Could I please go to the bathroom?” he asked, looking for some kind of escape if even just for a moment.
“There is no bathroom!” The Devil laughed and laughed. The sound echoed through the halls, blended with the moans of suffering from millions of jars of tortured souls.
It always amused him when new recruits arrived. They were always so scared, regretting whatever they thought had given them this horrible fate, too late to change. Little did they know it had been all along.