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And so it came to pass that the Gods of Hondo didst spend a week in Hell, as the Honorable Judge Enma has sentenced them. And they didst stay in the House of Derrick, God of the Odnoh. ‘This doth suck big floppy donkey dick, Derrick!’ spake the God of 1½-Pound Maine Lobster Action. ‘Thou and thine administrators! Why the fuck didst thou drag Lord Enma out of retirement?’ And the God of Stupidity didst shrug his shoulders, saying unto him, ‘I don’t know—’ And he didst get slimed. ‘—but this is agravitating me, being under house-arrest…’ ‘From now on,’ spake the God of Antique Replacements, ‘thou’rt forbidden to make any important decisions in mine absence, right Count Chocula™?’ And Count Chocula™ was silent. ‘We shall taketh that as a yes,’ spake the God of Deadside. ‘Stupid Count Chocula™…’ muttered the God of Fist Pounding and Dammit, and he didst pound his fist whilst saying ‘Dammit!’ and then said, ‘He doth always side with Matt…’ Turn thee to XIV.













