Oh balls...
Well this is fascinatin' stuff...
Except not really.
Where the bloody hell am I anyway? Innit self sacrifice supposed to be a straight shot t'Heaven? I mean, I know there's a lot of dramatizin' and what not about how Heaven's supposed t'look, but I'm fairly sure Heaven isn't a bunch of wankers moanin' out names of loved ones and the like. Bunch of lost souls I'm guessin', people who haven't passed on for whatever reason, blah blah blah...
Wait a second.
The Ghost Roads.
I'm on the Ghost Roads?!
Oy! What in the bloody soddin' hell's this about! I'm not supposed to be here! I'm done! I bloody well did my part, thank you ever so much. Who do these people think I am, Angel?! Do they not see how my hair doesn't stick up funny, and I don't have an oversized forehead?!
Bloody hell. I'd say stake me, but apparently that won't work quite right now. I'm a soddin' lost soul. This is horrible. And what's worse, I'm stuck here until someone decides to get off their sorry arse and figure out if I'm goin' t'Hell or not. Which I shouldn't be, because hello, big sacrfice. Not that I'm blowin' my own horn or anything like that, but that's got t'mean somethin', right?
Right?
Oh that's it, if another one of these rotten gray green buggers touches me one more time, there's goin' t'be one hell of a beating, and if they think I'm kiddin', so help me, just bloody well try it.
Except not really.
Where the bloody hell am I anyway? Innit self sacrifice supposed to be a straight shot t'Heaven? I mean, I know there's a lot of dramatizin' and what not about how Heaven's supposed t'look, but I'm fairly sure Heaven isn't a bunch of wankers moanin' out names of loved ones and the like. Bunch of lost souls I'm guessin', people who haven't passed on for whatever reason, blah blah blah...
Wait a second.
The Ghost Roads.
I'm on the Ghost Roads?!
Oy! What in the bloody soddin' hell's this about! I'm not supposed to be here! I'm done! I bloody well did my part, thank you ever so much. Who do these people think I am, Angel?! Do they not see how my hair doesn't stick up funny, and I don't have an oversized forehead?!
Bloody hell. I'd say stake me, but apparently that won't work quite right now. I'm a soddin' lost soul. This is horrible. And what's worse, I'm stuck here until someone decides to get off their sorry arse and figure out if I'm goin' t'Hell or not. Which I shouldn't be, because hello, big sacrfice. Not that I'm blowin' my own horn or anything like that, but that's got t'mean somethin', right?
Right?
Oh that's it, if another one of these rotten gray green buggers touches me one more time, there's goin' t'be one hell of a beating, and if they think I'm kiddin', so help me, just bloody well try it.