The fevered comedians of Armageddon with burning heads and ragged in Damnation tuxedos and twisted serpentine ball gowns are all roasting at Hell's Comedic Club drinking bubbling hot blood Perignon as they nibble on steaming hot **** its 'open mic' evening and devilish jokes are bellowing from their ***** off course they always speak through their ******* they are rolling around and crying hysterically there is no peace for the troubled 'Comrades, comrades,' farts out one of them with reddened face and sizzling bacon smell emitting all around Comrades, do you know what the biggest joke is?' I'll tell you ' Do you all realize we still actually on Earth and look at how we are still suffering for our Art' Even louder groaning and wailing swept round the room ' Is that why they call us Red devils!' piped a lone sad voice '