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Edited on Mon Jan-19-09 11:30 PM by Orrex
Cheney's withered husk of a body finally collapses after having died 27 years earlier. Against all expectation he actually does have a soul, and it settles to its destination.
Satan looks up from his paperwork and grins when the former Vice President arrives in his office.
"Good to see you again," says the Fiend.
"Likewise," says Satan. "Now that you're here, you get to pick from three rooms in which to spend eternity, per our agreement."
With a puff of brimstone the kindred spirits arrive in a huge chamber with a rough wood floor. Countless naked souls fill the room, standing on their heads and lamenting their torment.
"What else have you got?" rumbles the Haliburton employee.
Poof. Satan and Cheney now stand in a chamber with a stone floor similarly arrayed with inverted and tormented souls.
"What about the third room?" Cheney grumbles.
Poof. Cheney finds himself standing knee-deep in liquid feces, buzzing with flies and rank with millennial excretions. Countless souls stand in the room drinking cups of coffee.
"What have you decided?" Satan demands, hovering nearby.
"I'm not thrilled about the shit," opines Cheney, "but coffee is a lot better than standing on your head. I'll take this room."
"Done!" snaps the devil, and he vanishes.
Cheney is suddenly mired in in filth and holding a cup of delicious coffee. But before he can take even a sip, a diabolical voice booms over the loudspeaker.
"Break's over," it intones. "Now get back to standing on your heads."
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