"Wait a minute!" cried Margaret. "I'm going to have to spend the rest of eternity getting my clothes ripped off by these two?"
"Hey, what do you mean, 'these two'?" asked Mr. Jingles. "I didn't ask you to shoot me."
"Come to think of it, I didn't ask you to shoot me, either," said Richard Ramirez.
"Well, don't look at me," said a still naked Montana. "I didn't ask for this either. So why can't your master Satan do something, Richard?"
"Hey, don't look at me," said Richard. "I would have been out of here a long time ago if Margaret didn't keep killing me."
"Yeah, that's right," said Margaret sarcastically. "Everything's always my fault. Anyway, you can at least put your clothes back on, Montana."
"What's the point?" asked Montana. "These two are just going to rip them off again anyway."
"I thought you liked being naked, querida," said Richard.
"I do when I have a choice," said Montana. "Anyway, how long do we have to stay here in the camp before we're allowed to move on to the other place?"
"Good question," said Richard. "Unfortunately, I have no idea."
"So in the meantime, we just have to sit here?" asked Montana.
"Well, we don't necessarily have to sit," said Richard.
"Oh, right," said Montana, rolling her eyes. "We can always play strip tag or whatever game you and Mr. Jingles came up with today."
"Hey, don't knock it till you tried it," said Mr. Jingles.
"Something tells me this is going to be one long afterlife," said Margaret.
"You said it, sister," said Montana.
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