“A person might think there isn’t much to do in hell. They"d be right. Give ’em a cookie. And make it shaped like fire with red, orange, and yellow frosting. Then somehow deliver me one. One of the postal carriers in the upworld must deliver to hell, right? They deliver everywhere, and neither snow, nor heat, nor rain, nor gloom of night will stop them. See? It says right there–heat won’t stop them. And besides, the devil must get his mail from somewhere, mustn’t he? Yes. I’m aware that I sound batcrap crazy. But it’s quite hard to remain sane in a place filled with insanity.” ~Shelly
“A person might think there isn’t much to do in hell. They"d be right. Give ’em a cookie. And make it shaped like fire with red, orange, and yellow frosting. Then somehow deliver me one. One of the postal ca
