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“If any religion involving a Heaven and a Hell is right about the afterlife, Lucifer and God will play hot potato with my soul because neither will want to have to deal with me and I will be forever left in the care of the Spirit of Violents Deaths, where I will rise to the status of off-putting creature you accidentally meet after your untimely death caused by getting hit in the face by a train.”
“Eska,” began Sammy, who after downing five shots had stopped feeling most of his fear as well as half of his toes,
“Eska, I need you to be honest with me right now; do you actually listen, to the words that come out of your mouth?”
“I do and if you keep asking stupid questions like that then I assure you soon you won’t hear anything anymore.” Eska replied before sipping his boba tea and choking violently on one of the strawberry bubbles.