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Our story begins as Little Johnny awakens from what he thought to be a very deep sleep...
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| Hey, where in the hell am I? | |
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| How delicious you say that. You're dead, Little Johnny. This is Hell. God wasn't feeling very generous in your case. | |
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Shocked, Little Johnny struggles to come to grips with this realization...
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| Mr. Hell Spawn, sir... how did I die? | |
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| You got ill from masturbating. | |
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Little Johnny realizes his sin!
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| Wow, Mr. Hell Spawn, sir... I'll sure never masturbate again! | |
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| And to all of you out there, don't learn the hard way like poor Little Johnny... FINGERING YOURSELF IS A FUCKING SIN, SO DON'T DO IT! ANAL GANG BANGS! ANAAAAL GAAANG BAAAANGS! | |
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