When he gets there the devil begins to explain his everlasting torment. “Down here you will wade in scalding magma, always burning and unable to die. There will be noxious fumes that pour into your lungs, you will always be suffocating but always conscious. You will be whipped and flayed and never run out of flesh to sever. Your eyes will-“
“Are there printers?” The man interjects.
“….Printers? Um no, not that I know of, but-“
“Okay this place sounds fine, let’s go.”