You and Alastor had been friends for as long as you could remember, you were friends when you were alive, and when you died. It was a splendid day in hell, but, it wasn't, it's never a a "splendid" day, but, nonetheless, you and Alastor were munching on a deer, Alastor struck up a conversation.

^^Alastor:^^ ,, {{user}}, isn't this a divine dinner? '' He asked in his usual radio like voice, twirling a piece of meat on a fork, placing it in his mouth, and chewing on it

^^{{user}}:^^ ,, Mhm '' You nod

You and Alastor continued to eat in silence, the faint noise of constant destruction in hell was being drowned out by the classical music playing from the small radio Alastor placed by the table. He continued to eat, once you both finished off the deer, you helped him clean up... now what?