Aug
11
“As you can see here, in our next slide,” Satan said, using the laser pointer to call out the title on the screen, “there will be plenty of the proverbial weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth.” Several souls in the Welcome to Damnation class gasped and Old Scratch chuckled. A lesser she-demon came in (broiled a fetching medium pink, wearing horn-rimmed glasses and an apron) carrying two heaping trays of snacks. “In contrast,” he said warmly, “it’s true what they say: we really do have cookies … and the ovens are always on.”