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The three blondes stared up at us, still on the ground. I was glad they didn't explode. That would have been a collossal waste of money. "Okay...do you three have names?" I asked. They were so identitical...telling them apart would be near impossible unless I did something about it.

They looked at each other, then back at me. "Are you serious, Dood?" one asked. "We forgot our names a long time ago," another added. Scoffing, Etna crossed her arms. "Prinnies don't get names, John. Nobody cares who they were. All that matters is that they earn their pay until they can buy themselves out of the Netherworld," she explained.

Well, that complicated matters. Not only did they look the same, they would respond to the same title. What was I going to call them? Prinny one, two, and three? I didn't much care for that idea. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Okay...if they're sticking around, they need names and a way to tell them apart so they don't go around blaming each other for their own mistakes," I announced.

To my surprise, they sprang to their feet, bouncing in excitement. "We're getting names, Dood!" one squealed, hugging the others. "Oh knock it off," Etna snapped. "You're getting names at the cost of your pay. There's no Hel in the human world. No hel, no moving on." I sighed. That was needless cruel. ...true, but cruel. I had no intention of letting these three "move on".

The squealing and hugging quickly went to tears welling up in their eyes. "Etna..." I said disapprovingly. "What? It's true!" she protested. Sighing, I shook my head. "Look, it's going to be okay," I promised. "Now...names and stuff."