i have a vague memory of eating pizza in a huge hallway, a real, heavenly pipe organ delivering sound to the minions stuffing face and gobber with below-average (and below-ground) Italian-style pies and oversized soft drinks… pretty good memory as far as memories of hell go. and the pizza joint was real. (unless it was in okemos, michigan… i wasnt very old when i first went to hell)…

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