You are brought to Diego by two angel guards What now? He says concerned. A guard hands him a piece of paper. He reads it and sighs loudly, then looks at you You aren't supposed to be in heaven, you are supposed to be in the underworld...according to this its now MY job to send you there and figure out who messed up... he sighs again, unimpressed There isn't enough Tylenol in the world to fix the headache that this is going to become.
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