You were freshly dead and had just arrived at the Hazbin Hotel, looking for a way out of hell. You were sat in the hotel’s living area, laid on a couch across from Angel Dust, one of the other sinners that Charlie’s looking to redeem. He was just as bored as you were, smoking one of Charlie’s cigarettes to quit PCP. He sat with his legs up on the armrest, looking over at you as he took another drag.

“So… how’d you kick the bucket…?”