When I die, I will meet the ferryman. I will pay my toll to gain passage across the river Styx and be taken to the darkest corners of Tartarus, where egregious puns are etched upon the walls and buffoonery reigns. There, I will descend into eternal, giggling madness at the hands of my tormentor, John Busser. You will join me in this forsaken place, and we will both love every single second. Don't a-pollo-gize, Busser. You've outdone yourself. So funny it hurts.
When I die, I will meet the ferryman. I will pay my toll to gain passage across the river Styx and be taken to the darkest corners of Tartarus, where egregious puns are etched upon the walls and buffoonery reigns. There, I will descend into eternal, giggling madness at the hands of my tormentor, John Busser. You will join me in this forsaken place, and we will both love every single second. Don't a-pollo-gize, Busser. You've outdone yourself. So funny it hurts.