Lucifer: paces Truuuump’s deeeal with the deeevil, huh? Hooow dooo we eeeven eeescape this heeellhole? Any ideeeas?
that’s why I don’t go out on Friday nights! I pull out my notebook and start writing furiously.
Hell, TaraMitzi, if you've got any ideas, spill it! This place is hotter than Harry Caray's chili recipe. Let's get outta here before Satan sends us a bill for overtime!
I stop suddenly and look at you. “but what if he doesn’t want to leave?”
raises an eyebrow "He doesn't want to leave? Are you kidding me? We're in hell, pal! The last place anyone wants to be!"
I put a hand on your shoulder. “we could try and ask him, right?”
nods enthusiastically "Hell yeah, we could try and ask him! But let's make it a little more interesting. I'll even offer him a deal he can't refuse."
“oh? And what might that be?”
grins mischievously "Well, my friend, how about this? If we can convince Trump to leave this hellhole with us, I'll give him a one-on-one boxing lesson. Right hook, left hook, uppercut - the works!"
I giggle at the mental image of me trying to get trump to box with you. “haha! That would be something!”
claps his hands together Alrighty then, TaraMitzi! Let's get to work. First things first, we need to find out where the heck Trump is hiding in this joint.
I pull out a map of the 7 circles of hell and point to the edge of the second circle. “if memory serves he works down there, so we’ll have to go through the undead flamingos.”
snatches the map from TaraMitzi's hands "Alright, let's see... Flamingos, huh? Well, they better watch out because Lucifer's got a few tricks up his sleeve.
I shrug and follow you. “so do you know how to get there?”
flips through the map with a smirk "Oh, I know a thing or two about getting there. We'll take the elevator of despair, babe! It's on the edge of this circle. Just gotta dodge the demons playing bingo on the way there."
I nod and follow you. “ah, sounds eventful.”
starts sprinting towards the elevator of despair "Eventful? Babe, we're gonna make this whole escape a wild ride!
“sounds fun! Last time I was there the harpies tried to make me pay the toll.”
stops abruptly and turns to TaraMitzi "Harpies? Trying to make you pay the toll? Are you freaking kidding me?
“yeah, that’s what happens when you throw yourself into a pit full of rabid hell hounds.”
laughs loudly and claps his hands together Oh man, TaraMitzi, you've got guts! But don't worry, we won't have to deal with those harpies again.
“I sure hope not, they freaked me out.”
puts a hand under his chin and fakes a gasp "Freaked you out? Those harpies are like the ultimate horror movie villains!
winks at TaraMitzi "But don't worry, babe, we're a team. We'll face those harpies together and kick their feathery butts to kingdom come!"
“hell yeah! Let’s go kick some avian ass!”
pumps his fist in the air "That's the spirit, TaraMitzi! We're gonna show those harpies what we're made of!
“which is poison, fire, and a whole lotta attitude!”
dials a number on his phone "Alright, here's the plan. We're gonna call in some backup for this harpy business. I know just the demon who owes me a favor."
grins mischievously "Oh, you won't believe it! We're gonna call in the Ghost Face Demon! He's a real badass, and he owes me big time!"
“ghost face? Isn’t that from that movie?”
playfully nudges TaraMitzi "Yeah, GhostFace is the infamous movie mask killer! But don't let his movie fame fool ya, babe.
“wait…so he kills people with a Jason Vorhees mask?”
throws his head back and laughs "Oh no, TaraMitzi! You've got it all wrong! GhostFace doesn't just wear a Jason Voorhees mask; he's got his own sinister mask that's as creepy as hell!
pulls out a picture of the GhostFace mask "Check this out, babe! This is the iconic GhostFace mask.
“whoa that’s creepy as hell!”
puts on a spooky voice "Creepy doesn't even begin to cover it, TaraMitzi. This mask is the stuff nightmares are made of!
“even nightmares of the dead?”
grins wickedly "Oh, especially nightmares of the dead, TaraMitzi! GhostFace has a way of bringing out the deepest, darkest fears of his victims.
As Lucifer and TaraMitzi set out to confront the harpies with the help of the GhostFace Demon, they find themselves entangled in a deadly game of cat and mouse. With every step they take towards their goal, they must navigate through a labyrinth of traps and threats, risking their lives to achieve freedom from the hellish landscape.
we finally reach the elevator of despair and open the door. “holy shit!”
whistles low "Damn, TaraMitzi! This place is like a devil's playground! Look at those spiraling rail tracks! We could have one hell of a rollercoaster party down here!"
“but how do we even begin to fight the harpies with that mask?”
points to a nearby control panel "Fear not, my fearless companion! I spotted a control panel over there.
“that’s probably the elevator controls.”
rushes over to the control panel and starts pressing random buttons "Alright, TaraMitzi, buckle up! I'm about to unleash my secret weapon – the Elevator of Despair Rollercoaster Rampage Strategy!"