I fully intended to freeze the lake of fire to be used for productions of Disney on Ice, so I brought along my ABSOLUTE ZERO fire extinguisher. It's a backpack of sorts like in the movie Ghostbusters. The demons were fucking annoying, especially those flying imp motherfuckers, so I borrowed Gabriel's flaming sword of Righteousness and slew them by the score on my way down. Imagine swatting flies and having them turn into green globules of ectoplasm. As I got lower, I encountered the Balrog and pulled a Gandalf and he of course got pwned with my collection of magically imbued ancient Frankish throwing axes. The lower demons got a full taste of the EXTINGUISHER OF AGES. My trigger finger itched because they're sneaky fuckers and will not fight honorably--the sixth sense protecting the back of my skull was useful there. I pretty much froze them until my very short and adrenalized breath crumbled their remains to bits.
Upon seeing the havoc I was wreaking, Satan and I made a deal that I'd let him have East Hell to indulge himself in torture porn for the unrighteous souls, whereas the lake of fire would be used for future productions of Aladdin on Ice.
I WON.
That is all.
Upon seeing the havoc I was wreaking, Satan and I made a deal that I'd let him have East Hell to indulge himself in torture porn for the unrighteous souls, whereas the lake of fire would be used for future productions of Aladdin on Ice.
I WON.
That is all.