Well, I was thinking about Hell the other days, and I tell you that audience was Hell's Very Own Welcoming Committee. I was kind of looking forward to finally taking the escalator of inevitability Downtown until this realisation kicked in like a meth-fueled bronco. Even Satan must look across that chorus of shit and think fuck, there's the damned and truly damned. I'm going to volunteer to drive a diabolical steam roller over their souls. I think there might be a queue.