Welcome to hell.
My name is... Well, that doesn't matter. My dad believes I need to meet all the damned like you.
Sooooo. What was it? Pride? Greed? Lust?
Which of my family got you?
Ahhh, well:
<<that way to your eternal damnation.
This way to the eternal party>>
Watch your step, those bones are fragile.
Have a nice day.
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