“If your biggest worry here is not remembering what acronyms mean, you’re the lostest of lost souls,” the Devil said.
“That’s not a word!”
“Is now,” the Devil replied calmly.
“I want out!” Harcourt cried petulantly.
“No one gets out of Hell.” The Devil was cross now. “Don’t start being a shit disturber!”
It was remarkable to Harcourt how much the Devil sounded like his father.
“Do you know what happens to shit disturbers? Do you?”
Harcourt shook his head.
“They get shafted big time. Big time! Need proof? Here I am – take a good look!”
I must have struck a nerve, Harcourt thought.
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