I don’t even believe in Hell! How could I be in a place I don’t believe in? This is so unfair!
I was born here.
I’m in charge here, bitches.
Heaven kicked me out for no real reason, bastards.
I don't remember!!
I do hope you’ll enjoy live dissection…
If I beg, maybe they won’t beat me up so badly…
If I ignore them, they’ll go away eventually.
Fighting is NOT the answer. Let’s have some tea together and discuss this like civilized people.
If I help them, can I get out of Hell, too?
Poor unfortunate soul, but I see nothing in it for me if I try to help.
Oh no… the poor de- PUPPY!!!
Oh my, that IS serious. I won’t deal with it, but I’ll hand it over to my secretary. He takes care of most of this stuff and I’m late for my golf game anyway
Back to France… I miss my home…
Why leave? I’m having too much fun.
What's a vacation?
I would go to Heaven.
I'd just sleep. I'm overworked.
Only my friends, the skele-animals and the rocks and the trees and the puppies and OH MY GOD YOU HAVE A PONY!?
Just one dog. *kicks him*
I basically run the SPCA of the underworld.
Just one cowardly horse... *sigh*
I put in a Koi pond once, but they all died... Thankfully my dog is still going strong!
Mama! What do I do!?
MORE bad news...?!
You mean my patients have escaped!? Alert the nurses… we’ll have them back by nightfall.
That’s IT!! I am SICK and tired of all this work!! If you put ONE more piece of paper on my desk I’ll…. …. Do nothing. =__=
Well, I’ll work through it like always.
You have GOT to be kidding me. I'll apologize when this place freezes over because I've done NOTHING wrong!
What'd I do!?
Why would I want to leave? Hell for me is like club med!
I inherited this position, how do I apologize for THAT!? I shouldn't have to apologize.
Ask my master before I do anything. Master knows best!
Yes, I'll help you out right away!
Sure, just step into my office...
*sigh* Take a number, I'll get to you when I get to you.
I can't even help myself, why would you ask ME for help?
Bitch about it every time it comes on.
Oh! I've never seen THIS commercial before!!
My assassins are in place; this matter will have been taken care of shortly.
I've already got a plan in motion to get it off the air...
Nothing. I got that ad on the air in the first place, after all.
Finally, someone who is more behind in their obligations then me. I'll leave them alone.
Find the artist/writer and cut her legs off. Then set her house on fire. Then watch as she drags her bloody stumps out of her burning abode, laughing all the while!
What comic? I don't care. I'm busy.
Good things come to those who wait.