Andr dies and goes to hell, a place he considers to be a winter wonderland, so he asks the devil to turn up the heat, whom upon this request calls up God on the hotline and asks for advice. God tells the devil to expel Andr from hell - for life. The devil ponders this for a while, and then asks God where he's supposed to send Andr. God demands a few words with Andr. The devil shrugs and passes the phone over to Andr.
-Hello, Andr, God says with a divine authority.
-Hey God, Andr replies in a human manner.
-Did you ever see The Matrix, Andr?
-Yeah, Man, it rocked!
-Ok, see, here's your choice. The red pill will answer the question "What is Heaven like?" and the blue pill will give you your old life back, on earth.
-Blue, please.
-Are you sure?
-No doubt in my mind, oh powerful ruler.
-Call me God.
-God.
Andr resurrects.
He finds himself sitting on a bench at a bus stop. A bus arrives and discharges a black man and an abnormally small asian dwarf. Andr gets on the bus and the bus driver, a 34-year old gay guy of Cuban origin, asks him if he's going to 113 West Jupiter Street.
Indeed that is where Andr is headed.
113 West Jupiter Street is in flames. Andr roars. The audience goes wild. The flames are red against the blue backdrop and a male child, age 5, cries out loudly:
It's the devil!
His mother slaps him over the cheek and the world replies with a mute appeal.
-Hello, Andr, God says with a divine authority.
-Hey God, Andr replies in a human manner.
-Did you ever see The Matrix, Andr?
-Yeah, Man, it rocked!
-Ok, see, here's your choice. The red pill will answer the question "What is Heaven like?" and the blue pill will give you your old life back, on earth.
-Blue, please.
-Are you sure?
-No doubt in my mind, oh powerful ruler.
-Call me God.
-God.
Andr resurrects.
He finds himself sitting on a bench at a bus stop. A bus arrives and discharges a black man and an abnormally small asian dwarf. Andr gets on the bus and the bus driver, a 34-year old gay guy of Cuban origin, asks him if he's going to 113 West Jupiter Street.
Indeed that is where Andr is headed.
113 West Jupiter Street is in flames. Andr roars. The audience goes wild. The flames are red against the blue backdrop and a male child, age 5, cries out loudly:
It's the devil!
His mother slaps him over the cheek and the world replies with a mute appeal.
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or have you written for a while and only just started posting it recently?
i am still going to draw you.. soon