Granted. Not content on their revenge. my neighbors follow me to hell where they perpetually torture me in a room with no doors, whose only content is a big unreachable speaker that plays the top 10 worst music of all time while I boil in lava. But, you're there inside, with me, because we've been fused together, catdog style.
I wish I hadn't thought that one up.
I wish I hadn't thought that one up.