I find it especially comforting this fat murderous ba$tard is roasting on a spit in hell.
Looking at that gut, I wondered if he was eating his work.
I’m sure he realizes how wrong he was. Now that he’s being torn limb from
limb by unsympathetic demons every day of his afterlife. It has to be pretty
boring. Wake up. Get torn limb from limb. Die. Repeat ad infinitum.