Hell Inc page 323

Bridget stamps a form, puts it in her outbox, and tells the processed soul to go away. She sighs, seeing Helen still trying to absorb her manual through osmosis, and resigns herself to having to work in Arrivals all day. Helen suddenly bursts up from her seat, flinging its contents through the air, and demands a soul come forth to meet her judgement as flames shoot up behind her. Bridget is shocked, and the Arrivals Lady furiously scribbles performance review notes, delighted.

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