Can you stand another tale of Joe and Charlie, the two slightly inept demon's? I just can't help myself sometimes
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“Where we going Joe?”
“Home Charlie, the Boss finally got us outta that witches nest, and I need a break.”
“So…what're we doing in limbo land?”
“What? What are you talking about”? Joe looked around. His partner was right, the land was hazy and soft, no recognizable landmarks. “Oh man. This just isn’t right.”
“You're tellin’ me! I didn’t like this place the first time, it ain't got no better.” Charlie stumbled over a step hidden in the gray swirl that flowed through the landscape in random patterns.
Joe tried to remember the first time he was stuck here. It had taken forever to get out. As his memories coalesced, his eyes widened. “Charlie, you remember where we came in?”
“No, I’m just lookin’ for a way out.”
“Don't look too hard Charlie,” Joe backed up, he peered through the fog looking for the door he’d just entered.
“Uh, why?” Charlie stopped exploring and edged closer to Joe.
“Do you remember what happened when you found your way ‘out’ the first time?”
“Um, let me see, I found a key somewheres, then tripped a dozen times on all this crap laying around. Busted my snout more than once.” Charlie had a bad habit of reliving his memories while he talked, “Ow! Dammit! Just like that,” he said as he pushed himself off the ground.
“Hey! Look Joe, I found the key!”
“No Charlie! Throw it away! We don’t want the key!”
Before Joe could grab the key and throw it, a doorway gleamed red-gold two yards from them. “Oh no.”
“There Joe, just like last time, the way out!”
Joe rolled his eyes, “Charlie, that’s not the way out.”
Joe walked toward the door, resigned to the inevitable. The Boss was evidently still mad at them.
“No Charlie, it’s the way in. This is limbo?”
Joe just sighed.
“Oh. OH!, Joe I don’t wanna!” Charlie wailed.
Joe grabbed Charlie's arm and pulled him forward. “C’mon. No going back, which one’s next? Do you remember? Lust or gluttony?”