jmg11 Wrote:
Jul 21, 2014 1:00 PM
Ha, ha, ha, if you think that's funny, wait until you learn what it means for your future. And you find out that it’s hot! hot! hot! down there. Landlord has a red skin and horns, and a pitchfork, and a nasty attitude. He doesn’t like anyone, not even a nice little feller like you. And the flames, the flames. And no water, boy, could I go for a glass of water. Or a cup. Or a thimbleful. Or a wet cloth? Anything? Anything at all? How hot is it down here, anyway?