Seventy pikers suffering from schizophobia. Aunt Sponge & Aunt Spiker in
Hell — gnawed on in the icy depths by Satan himself. Chewed so hard
their entrails, even their souls go spurting out their assholes in a gout
of gore (it actually feels kinda good, once you get used to it). Done for
a cycle, he lets them fester & maggotize — then imps shove them back in
their loathsome forms, and he goes again.

Finally he's had enough. Enough! People roll over in their sleep, frowns
crossing their faces. The cold center of Hell is vacant. Imps wander
around and sit down, disconsolately. You can see one's cordy, hulking,
muscular red back jerking in sobs.

Meanwhile, Satan's in Carnaby Street. Every sight and sound a sensation
after stinking millennia in a hellish Dantean pit.