I came to with Boo Boo shaking me roughly. Not surprisingly, he was a mouth breather with a tendency to drool. Adrenaline flooded my system and I lurched up just in time to avoid a glob of Hell-dwelling clown spit. I gagged a little. My whole body shivered in disgust. Then the pieces clicked together and I all but fell over my own feet, craning my neck to find Frank.
“You’re in Hell. You’re traveling with my Minion self, an old lady who recovers Tolstoy and upholsters chairs with her victim’s skin, and a clown who eats his audience. You seem pretty okay with us most of the time, and yet you freak out when the only other living, breathing bag of human flesh in these parts sits by you?” Ferrous shook his head. “No wonder you’re single.”
“You don’t und...
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