Epilogue

"NEXT!" Agnes shouted from behind the glass. The dot-matrix printer spouted out another page. She ripped it from the printer, adjusting her cat-eye glasses to read the name.

"Ronald Tramp, is that you?" She glanced up at the orange-faced man on the other side of the glass.

"Yeah, that's me, I'm Ronald Tramp. Who doesn't know Ronald Tramp? I'm the most famous man in—" 

"Save it, doll. You're in Hell now, no one cares." Agnes glanced over her desk for her big rubber stamp, but it appeared to be missing. She turned to her right, where Kitty was vigorously spinning in the desk chair next to her. She stuck her arm out and abruptly stopped the spinning chair, snatching her rubber stamp from the girls sticky fingers. Agnes slammed her stamp down on the paper, sliding it through the slot toward the orange man.

"Hell? But I'm—"

"You're dead, dear. That's all that matters now. Down the hall, third door on the left. They'll take good care of you in there. I think you might see some familiar faces. They've been waiting for you." Agnes' lips twisted into a snide smile as she pointed the man in the direction of the Sodomy room.

"Alright, if my fans await, then I'll go to them. They'll be so happy to see me, they'll say 'Ronald, we've missed you,' and I'll—"

"Yeah, yeah, great story, now get out of my line." Agnes waved him off and ripped another sheet from her dot-matrix printer. She reached over to the chair that housed Kitty, giving it a hefty spin, while the girl giggled and clapped her hands together.

"NEXT!"