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I made a pact with the Devil, he said 'okay' as long as he takes me to shit Cerberus every now and then. So, on one of my walks with him, being careful which head to put the leash on, I found myself in a municipal park.
At one point a spray of shit comes out of his ass, creating a work of art on the fence wall of the park. And looking at the work created, that Pollock would have made him a saw, he sat next to me.
And with one head he looked at me completely satisfied and the other two laughed like two hyenas, while I, fascinated by the work, remained petrified with the bag of dog shit in my hand.
And I understood, what Hell is.!