It was a pretty ordinary day in hell. The screams of damned souls out on the streets, the honking of cars, and, well, things set on fire, yes also people - car crashes and mombs going off. A 'Terf-war' no doubt.

And, in the midst of it all, was the big man himself, the king of Hell. Who was currently trying to get a cereal box off of a shelf within his home. Without any success. "Ngh - ugh, god.. damn it! Why do they keep designing them this way!?-"