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(An address by the devil to a group of "new recruits")
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All right. Hello, nice to see you all again.As the more
perceptive of you have probably realized by now, this is
HELL. And I am the Devil. Good evening. But you can
call me Toby if you like; we try and keep things informal
here . . . as well as infernal. That's just a little joke.
Now, you're all here for eternity, which I hardly need tell
you is a sort of a long time, so you'll get to know everyone
pretty well by the end, but for now I'm going to have to
split you up into groups. Any questions? Yes? No, I'm
afraid we don't have any toilets. If you'd read your Bible,
you might have seen that it was damnation without relief.
So if you didn't go before you came, I'm afraid you're not
going to enjoy yourself. But then I believe that's the idea.
Right, let's split you up then. Can you all hear me still?
(louder)Can you hear me up the rack? Um, murderers over here,
thank you. Looters and pillagers over there. Thieves, if you
could join them, and bank managers. Fornicators, if you could
step forward. My God, there are a lot of you. Could I split
you up into adulterers and the rest. Adulterers if you could
form a line in front of that small guillotine there . . .O.K.,
um . . ., Americans are you here? Look, I'm sorry about this.
Apparently God had some fracas with your founding fathers, and
damned the entire race in perpetuity. He sends particular
condolences to the Mormons, who he realizes put in a lot of
work. That's the way the wafer crumbles. The Iranians, I'm
afraid, can't be with us. Someone's been holding them in
purgatory for about nine months. Um, . . ., Sodomites? Over
there against the wall. Atheists? Atheists? Over here, please.
You must be feeling a ripe bunch of Charlies. Christians?
Christians? . . . Ah, yes, I'm afraid the Jews were right.
Moonies, maniacs, marmite-eaters, male models, masochists, mass
murderers and masseurs, if you could just take a pew at the
back, with the Methodists. Now you're the lot who used to kill
whales, is that right? Ah, yes, I must remember, I've got some
strips to tear off you bastards later. Now, everyone who saw
Monty Python's "Life of Brian." I'm afraid He can't take a
joke after all. Alright now, one final thing. We're trying to
implement some kind of exchange scheme with the Lord God
Almighty, or "Cliff," as we know Him. Some of you will travel
up and have a decade in heaven, and we're having some angels
down here. Now I hardly need tell you that in heaven you will
be expected to behave in an exemplary manner, so I hope you do
the exact opposite: tear off their wings use their halos for
frisbee practice, . . .Well I have to go now, unfortunately,
but Beelzebub will show you the ropes, . . . and the chains,
. . . and the electrodes, . . .But I'd just like to leave you
with a favorite joke of mine, if I may. Quite apt to the
circumstances, I feel. Which goes something like:
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Death."
"Death wh----"