Naturally I didn’t believe him when he first said, after a
pint of vodka, that he was working for Asmodeus, one of the Princes of Hell. But
after a few nights where fights stopped when the people involved suddenly had
violent orgasms, I reluctantly believed him.
Of course, I then wanted him to not frequent my bar, I didn’t
want to go to hell. When I finally gathered the courage to say this, he
laughed.
He told me that his job was now to try and stop people going
to hell. Too much paperwork involved, which is hell for demons…
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