JIM IN PURGATORY, CONT'D.

For Jim, purgatory was a fetid place ruled by the evil lord "Xequkus," who, along with his horde of flying monkeys, out of work since The Wizard of Oz, and willing to work for minimum wage and a dental plan endorsed by the cookie monster, lived in a dome colored like an Easter egg decorated by blind, drug-addled satanists. Near his "dome-icile," a riotous river ran sinuously, stinking to high hell of a malodorous sort of paper-pulpy pukey smell. This stream led into the lair of "The Klaatu-taur," a beast so foul that even Henny Youngman wouldn't joke about it. Or him. Whatever. All this really sucks moose-dick mused Jim, but I guess I could tolerate this bung-hole if the sky was forever dusky; no dawn; no night; no noon-day solar flaring; just dusky dusk, musky musk....