"FWLS34" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

pay for my sins, right?"

"Pretty much," the clerk said. "Although very little
burning really goes on. It's boredom, mostly. You're a recent
arrival?"

"Yup."

"Why didn't you head to the Incoming Citizen Department in
town hall?" he asked. "Weren't you given instructions and
appropriate forms to fill out?"

*

I'll skip everything up until I found the Incoming Citizen
Department. After all, the entire period lasted five years,
searching around the 666 thousand acres of offices that make up
the Hell Government. I underwent a few radical changes in
personality, including a period of time where I went insane, but
that wasn't really any fun, so I decided to be normal.

"This the Incoming Citizen Department?" I asked the demonic
secretary with the pretty dress.

"Yes," she slithered, in a not entirely repulsive way. "Do
you have an appointment?"

Insert two years of filling out forms to GET an
appointment...

Another year in the waiting room... I can quote word for
word every issue of National Geographic ever written now...

"Now serving number 5,773,365," she said.

"That's me," I replied.

"Satan will see you now," she replied, smiling.

*

Satan was actually a shortish, dumpy, balding man in a bad
shirt.

"Ah yes, mister...?"

"It's just Jones. I had it changed."

"Jones it is. I'm Stan, overlord of hell and employee
management. Have a seat."